Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1934-07-14
PERSONALITIES
By Nellie D0hSnn

THUMBNAIL DESCRIPTIONS:
ED SALTER: Peck's Bad Boy gone
collegiate. The kid who used to send
comic valentines to the teacher. :
JOHNNY ARMSTEAD: Little ~Rollo
in a roadster. CORDY FREE
MAN: Brown edition of the hat check
girl at the St. Moritz grill.
CHARLIE REID: Why Girls Leave
Home. Broadway matinee idol on a
holiday. BENETA EDWARDS:
The girl next door whose pigtails
you used to pull. Sweetheart of Sig
ma Chi. JACK NEAL: City
slicker at small town lawn social.
49,. ADOLPH THOMAS: The guy
who always has the biggest paddle
at limitations. DOT GARDNER:
The chlorine who sues the millionaire's
son for 100000 smackers. .. SONNY
BERRY: The millionaire's son.
AL NORTH: The fellow who took
your best girl away from you. Ego
in cap and gown. HOWARD
BARKSDALE: The bashful kid in
the next room at the college dorm. - -.
CLIFF HAWKINS: Modernism in q,
daze. . OLLIE GRANTHAM: The
nice boy your folks like so well.
SUE SCOTT: Alice In Wonderland
trying to get her dates Strengthened
, out. LAWNEY THOMPSON: The
! best man at a wedding. Anybody's
pal. =. DICK ALLEN: The bright
est boy in the class about to go on a
tear. . CURTIE HARRIS: Tray
cling salesman at Sunday School
picnic.
Marriages are happening so thick
and fast around here that everyone is
dizzy in the head trying to keep up
with 'em. (That is, a little dizzier
than usually And if another person,
: either joking or serious, yips at me:
"When are YOU going to get mar
ried?" I'll start throwing things! Who
wants to marry dame that gets alb
sent-minded every time the football
season comes along, Ell? Nobody. ex-
cept football player, and darned if
1 can find one!
The best-looking shoe salesman in
the city is at Burt's on Nicollet ave-
nue.. At least he was there the last
time was in the place He was busy
when l breezed in, so l sat down and
absolutely refused to let another
clerk wait on me. After about forty
five minutes of trying to make up
her mind, the sister he was waiting on
finally made a purchase and
scrammed. l thought it was my turn,
but he went out to lunch, sc had to
let neutrality-suspicious. sales
man attend to my shoe needs. Tough
luck, Auntie, tough luck!
And certain Minneapolis lad who
went to Chicago lawst summer. and
impressed one of the Windy City
beauties very much is worried to
death! He told her his father was,
well-a big shot here in town, that
! he had roadster which he had left
behind, but which would be at her dis
posal should she ever come here, and
lot of other pipe dreams which the
young lady believed. Now she sends
him word that she is supposed to come
here to visit her grandmama, and will
be looking forward to meeting his
father and riding in the nice roadster!
Too bad roadsters and big shot papas
can't be whisked out of thin air, SEE
I. Moral of the story: You can't ever
tell who'll blow into town on a visit!
I saw something the other day
which I thought happened only in
slapstick comedies. A very antique
model "T" Ford was humping noisily
up Lake street. 1t suddenly slowed
down, began to sputter and make all
varieties of boiler factory sounds.
Finally it came to dead stop while
its driver, a weary looking man in
battered straw hat and overalls,
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