New Britain herald., 1930-05-06

New York. May 6-During a },akeCul hour last night l jotted down a number Of ideas that seemed q the tlma perfectly dandy to clutter up much Of this space today. But a moth must have eaten them or the maid threw them out, for 1 cannot ind them anywhere,
 It is a happy conccit of columnists hen they can think of nothing else to write about to write about them- selves Modest what-nots the col umnists, l have >already made scv- eral starts in self glorificauOn. but jerlied the sheets out of the type writer and sat staring,
 Then it occurred to me to write about the business of columning and reactions of the columnist. II is not d particularly hot idea, but here it is tt T. m. and something must b. done. Often the best columns arc turned out by writers who arc in q frenzy for material.
 A column that brought me as many letters a s any other was dashed Dll III Et lIlblilEllL DI If'S i'fl 'l t'tl' had just discmbarked from q long ocean voyage and discovered that one day Of the Weehy-and O. how weak,-scries had been misplaced in packing. l had not slept in four nights. Was l sea sick?
 The missing day had to bc sup piled in half hour to be dispatched 1 by messenger to syndicate office, i 1 atiguc was so great I nodded all ] through the effort. Yet when I sa" 1t in print there vas q purr of pride 1 and even now-sjX years lator-thert i IS an occasional letter about it. i This effort I already realize will have nonc of that spark Of the sub | consious. Indeed, right now I would | like nothing better than 10 yaHk this 1 cut of the machine and call it q day 1 But there are mouths 10 feed. ln- come taxes to pay, etc, so, Ak. ] Pagliacci, I must carry on.
 The wonder is--a few bars of "l4carts and F'loWers,' pianissjmc | professor-that We columnists do not have more vacuous days like this. In 1 any other calling, a fellow in almost any emergency can put il off until | tomorrow and bulwark himself with Q night Of refreshing sleep.
 1 But the sappy columnist, o, tho pity of it, must carry on. And that cock-eyed telephone ringing madlA doesn't help either. Some day I'll write q nasty piece about the tele- phone and then where will it be? 4 great blessing becomes supreme curse, -de-tum-ti-tiddle.
 ! bid you ever stop to think what q i grind colmnlng is? A cookie yol never even gave it q teeny-Weeny thought. Every day the colnmnist | supposed to he merry and bright With a single sweep he must try tt strike the varying chords Of emotion Ii he doesn't 2 thousand and one so and sos will cali him a bum. Ii h' happens to hit the bulls eye he hear. no applause There are no posle! tossed over the footlights or salvo 0 "Bravos." Come to think of 1t. may be he is a bum. But he does try st hard. Ask anybody,
 Well, here I am more than hal way through the ordeal. If l ha' the ordinary job it would be o'clock in the afternoon, In t"'
 hours and half bell would rlni
 and l would he off to the locker fo
 my pearl gray hat and swim
 across town 10 catch the 5:45 fo
 Suburbia, As it is it is near mid
 night. Broadway Is filling with mer rymakers and here I sit Does
 give you a rough idea Of what yo
 have 10 put up with in this racket?
 Even if I get through at . q. III
 there is no place a simple homebod
 can go at that untlmely hour, All
 can do is walk with my dog alon
 desolated streets, pass the usua
 banality with the nei5hborhood co
 and be scared stiff that q bogey ma