Minneapolis spokesman. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1934-08-24
Personalities
BY Nellie Dodson

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| l have letter to start things of
with this week, so here goes!
Dear Aunt (Tell 'Em) Nellie:
Some of us "gels" went over SUM-
day to see the boys play tennis in
the tournament at Chi Field. Well,
that's all Well and good, but listen.
We meet this BILL SIMMS and I
as we'll as two other "gels" then
and there laid down our hearts, as
one, at his feet. He seems so mod
est to be SO handsome, and he's a
swell tennis player, too.
Now, Aunt (Gulp-em-down) Nell
lie, we want you to tell US more
about who this Romeo is who so
suddenly has come into our lives.
Is he the type that trusting "gel"
can put her faith in?
Please tell us all and spare our
fall-we are just three trusting
children who need the guidance of
their dear Aunt (Burn-em-up)
Nellie.
Lovingly,
Pattie, Matte, Katie.
Well, of all things! So the hand
some SIMMS has gone and done it
again, Ell? To tell the truth, chill
dren, / don't know so awfully much
about Bill, and as your letter came
almost at press time, didn't have
a chance to go shopping around for
information. But I'll grab William
the very first chance l get and ask
him all about himself. All that ]
can say now is that he does seem
to be q nice young man, likes all
kinds of sports, and has quite an
aptitude for writing. l do know
that if he would show himself
around at the well-known spots o
little more, the ladies would appre-
ciate it, I'm sure. Keep a weather
eye peeled on the column, girls, and
I'll try and help you out. Thanks
for writing, and come back agar
sometime. But WHERE did yor
get those nicknames which were
sprinkled in your note so freely?
BILL THOMAS writes that he If
driving nice, big sand truck down
in Greensboro, Moth Carolina.
That's one way to keep from be-
coming a cream-puff!
A few evenings ago I got into
one, of those arguments which
never settle anything, and always
leave you with the feeling that the
other fellow is stubborn, hopeless
idiot. Six of us had stopped by the
abode of a gracious member of the
party who staged a raid on the ice
box and brought forth very sub
: stantial midnight meal. We gath
cred around the kitchen table, and
as is always the case when humans
are comfortably wined and dined,
conversation began to flow quit
freely. Somehow or other the sub
iect of "Can a woman ever really
| live down a past" came up, and
with it came such a variety of opin-
ions and views that to sort them
out would have been work for a
Colossus. Words flew thick and
fast, and soon everyone was shout
ing at everyone else and no ono
was listening. Finally the floor
was held by Minneapolis gel and
lad. He said that no woman ever
really lived down past, that soon,
er or later it came back to her with
bitterness threefold. She said that
that was all the "bunk." He said that
people never really forgot a wom-
ans indiscretions. She replied that
public opinion wasn't worth a
damn. He said public opinion had
been responsible for the breaking
of more than one woman. She re-
manned stubborn, and refused to
concede even a point in that direc
ton. Then someone looked at the
clock and discovered it was 2:15
a. M, and that was the only thing
that brought the battle to an end
And not single soul had changed
his or her opinionI
If BILL TAYLOR should come
up to you and ask you if you know
anything about horses living ir
trees, don't think he's gone balmy!
He's only irving to find some con.