The Washington herald., 1922-09-02
1t Seems to Me
By Haywood Broun.

by Neysa McMein to head her list
of the twelve handsomest men in
the country. has issued the follow
ing exclusive statement to the
World on How 1t Feels to Be the
Handsomest Man in A America"
TT is all such a surprise to me
that even now. with my name on
every other lip and my photographs
winginE their way to thousands Of
newspapers. It is hard to believe
that I am the handsomest boy in
the United States. / seem to be
walking on air. II you had told
me last Thursday that this Tues
day would see me enthroned as the
foremost Apollo In the country /
should merely have smiled and said
1t was impossible. Yet 1t is appar-
entity true.
when Aunt Marcia suggested
some weeks ago that / send in my
photograph to the contest which
Miss McMein had started at Presi-
dent Hardings request, merely
laughed and said:
"I am afraid Miss McMein would
not find much beauty in poor little
me-
so yesterday you can imagine
how astounded I was when a rep
resentative of the World informed
me of the great honor that had
been showered on me. ] learned
from him that Aunt Marcia had
sent in the photograph. which was
Just a snap made of me by a girl
friend on the bathing beach last
summer, in spite of my asking her
not to! However. 'all's well that
ends we'll
LAS to my plans. can only say
what / have said to friends VINO
have asked me about them, I don't
know" Two movie companies have
been nice enough to ask me to ap-
pear in their pictures. but as 1 have
been and still am a home boy. i
don't know. really.
"Sweethearts? Perhaps there Is
one-but I must not say for sure.
She hasn't asked me yet! And then
like any other boy have my dreams
that some day a Dream Princess
will come along.
But 1 am very happy and very
proud"
Il wish you hadn't given Prof.
containing per capita singing sta
tistics for Kansas" writes Marian
Tyler. "A scientific sociologist
should not be excused from quoting
figures unless he describes typi-
cal instance. Prof Ross ought to
tell what he heard Kansas Youth
singing.
when william Allen white m
terpreted Kansas to a waiting
world in the nations series on the
States, he mentioned three songs:
Onward. Christian Soldiers Where
Is My Wandering Boy Tonight?'
and The Slaves Lament He also
admitted that Kansas has produced
no great poet, no great painter. no
great musician, no great writer or
philosopher If Mr.. white can't
name one, your challenge to Prof.
Ross seems a little unfeeling.
Were Prof. Ross choir rehears-
ing next Sundays anthem or de-
claring that they were Just Wild
About Harry? 1t makes q differ
ence."
IT note your wonderment as to
whether Kansans lead anywhere in
the arts" writes Winkin N. Blink
en-. 'I can follow you in anything
except the art of baseball I don't
recall that any. Kansan ever wrote
play. painted a picture, carved a
statue or statute that ever
amounted to a damn, but I'm up on
both hind legs for a guy named
Walter Johnson. When I was a
kid in New England I heard of his
prowess. and when I finally landed
in this burg Of nickel-nursers (our
correspondent refers to Washing
ton-Ed. motel. I discovered him
still on the job. clean as a hound's s
tooth: businesslike as old Big Six
himself; gentlemanly as Beacons-
field could want him, and withal a
pitcher. .., 80.
Linked up with team the man
agement of which is afraid to
spend a dollar or two for a ball
player; marooned In a town which
houses the largest number of crabs
that call themselves baseball fans
that can be found to the square
yard in any city of the country,
and backed by a team that plays
eight days out of ten as though
the game was brought back only
recently by O'Brien from the South
Seas, old Walter goes along the
even tenor of his way. giving the
best that Is in him every minute
he's on the diamond. Let the breaks