Smyrna times., 1933-05-03
ABOUT TOWN
By-Jay Dee


It seems that 2 years ago, while on
trip to the West Coast, Mrs.
Dick made the acquaintance of a
young man (aged seven) on the
train just out of Chicago. The lad
was a cute little tacker who was
| accompanying his mother who was
being Renovated. He was the son
and namesake of Gouverneur Nor
ris, the writer. After a few days
the journey ended, and for all prac-
tical purposes, the incident. The
other day, while shopping in one
of Smyrna's stores, Mrs. Dick
met the youngster again and ex-
changed "reminiscences. If that
isn't a coincidence, I'm a guppy.
Young Morris is a relative and
guest of the Anthonys just outside
of town. Imagine meeting people
practically on the other side of the
continent, and then have them turn
up a few years later in our fair
town. Makes the world seem as
small as a steak in a ritzy res
/ taurant.
The roller skating binge of last
week was whoopsey-daisy. One
week later the effects are so mani
4 fest that most of us are living
/ righteous lives. We had a heck
(which is putting it mildly of a
time getting started. Everybody
had some excuse to prefer doing
something else. The result was
that about four of the entire tribe
were on speaking terms by the
time they arrived. Well, peepul,
exactly one-half hour of being
idiots on skates worked miracles.
When one bumps into a person go
ing at least thirty or so miles per,
strained relations are forgotten.
The first thought is to save your
hide. In one hour all the boys and
girls had kissed and made up, with
the exception of those who forgot
whose girl to kiss. Someone had
the bright idea to play crack the
whip on skates, and whoever it
was ought to be put in a safe place
\ for storage. You know the idea
one person acts as sort Of pilot,
and the rest of them hang on.
Then the first one stops and lets
the rest try to hang on and not be
slung thru a couple of railings. 1t
was panic. Girdles tore, and
buttons snapped under the strain.
i Knees were skinned to the bone,
and noses mashed fiat to the skulls.
Pure, clean fun! During one of
the skirmishes, Glenn was going so
fast that all efforts of hating were
ridiculous, so he kept going. The
result was that he not only went
thru the chains, but also thru the
door into the wide open spaces.
Feeling very sheepish all the while.
Another near-job for the undertak-
ers was the Williams tilt.
Norma lost her equilibrium (bal-
ance to YOU and took power
dive. Freddy, not to be outdone,
slipped at the same time and land
ed smack on Norma's pompadour.
That didn't do the pompadour, or
the Uranium under it any good.
Fifteen minutes later she could rec
ognize people again, so all is well.
The gals brought sandwiches, and
the boys bought the sody-pop.
Large EVENING"
Grace was seen the other Cay
pushing a new baby coach down
Main Street. 1t made a very love
ly, peaceful scene. Brides singing,
etc. Nonchalantly she strolled up
to Snaps, gave the babe a pat on
the cheek, and called in: rs Avery
there ?" Boyoboy!
One of our fair lassies is so very,
very sad and lonely. It seems that
her sweetie-pie turned sour and de-
cided to plant trees for Uncle Sam.
Drate big, bad Unka Sam.
Another parting Is marked with
sorrow. A particularly attractive
young lady was visiting a friend
just outside of Smyrna and setting
some Of the swains all a-jitter
Cupid smote a Clayton lad amid
ships and left him fioundering
Now that she is gone he can't even
find his home port. Cruel world.
Not that it makes any particular
difference, but we are all wonder
ing just what the big boys in Do
yer are stalling about. The beer
bill is still just as much waste pap
er, and it seems that we Delaware
ans are going to have to get our
beer out of the state. They should
go to the Pennsylvania border
sometime and see the strings OF
Delaware cars lined up to buy malt
soup. Possibly they would realize
the revenue we are losing.
The blond pooch is rampant
again-putting on hairs. If Iii
poochie dies a horrible death some.
time, don't say you weren't warned