Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1934-03-24
PERSONALITIES
BY Nellie Dodson

column of Wednesday, March 81:
"Those restaurant men who will serve
a drunk MORE liquor, are the same
men who will cry aloud with indig-
nation when this same drunk starts
to throw the bread, butter, and salt
shakers around. Handle drunk as
you would dynamite, both are apt to
explode when you least expect it."
True, true.
For l never will forget the young
lady at that party some two years
ago, who suddenly exploded from i'm
bibing too much giggle-soup, and
started throwing the household fur
nishings all over the place. Those of
you who were there won't forget it
either. What was apparently a peace
full whoopee-affair was turned into a
furore when the gel suddenly went
berserk and tried to run the rest of
the guests out of the house. Those
who couldn't hide in the clothes closets,
made wild dashes for the great open
spaces under the beds, but as the
party was quite a large one, the
closets and under-the-beds reserva-
lions soon filled up, and the rest of
the folks who were left out in the fire.
ing zone had to take to lodging be-
hind any handy piece of furniture, or
get beaned. Anybody who happened
to be little slow in disappearing was
used for target practice. The agility
with which wartime pioneers took
shelter from air raids was phoney
compared to the way some of the dis
tinguished guests made themselves
scarce that night. One st. Paul Gable
who tried to go through the back door
without opening it, nearly knocked
himself silly, and so scooted under the
kitchen table. The hero of the eve
ming was a well-known man-about-
town who put an expensive bowl of
glass grapes before his life. He
SidDOCu VIC UoWl VI grapes dUOuI
two grabs ahead of raging gel, and
ran for the nearest shelter. He tried
to get under a bed, but there were
twenty other people there before him,
so he just stuck the grapes under,
hung on to 'em for dear life, and
waited for the female cyclone to
pounce upon him. But she didn't. By
that time she had armed herself with
a broom and was chasing certain
KAPPA sheik around the dining room
table. When she was finally Gained
down, every one came out of hiding
looking slightly silly, but vastly re-
lieved. I've always wanted to go on
a tear like that!
If any of you should care to do
some interesting and informative
reading, I would suggest trying "The
Cross Of Peace" by Sir Phillip Gibbs.
Written by man thoroughly &C
quainted with the present day
European situation. It is a vital, STIR
ring novel of the causes leading up
to the war clouds which are lowering
over the Continent today. Oh, yes,
there is romance for those who Just
must have it!
Sketch
NIGHTCLUB: Low lights E.
shuttle, shuttle of feet on a dance
floor :. blare of a trumpet :. tinkle
of ice against glasses crossed
knees showing expanse of silk stock
ings liquor bottles and set-ups
against the white of a table cloth E.
eyes meeting eyes across table {.
flare of match lighting a cigarette
:. scrape of chairs against the floor
-. walters with crowded trays . q.
other mems wives and sweethearts =.
painted fingernails . Irritation &.
synthetic love in a background of
synthetic happiness "Put some
more ginger ale in mine" voices
becoming more shrill young-old
faces :. boredom seeking outlet
NIGHTCLUB!
Say, girls, that new creme nail
polish is just ducky-wucky. 1t stays
on so much longer, and doesn't chip
off the way most polish does. Goody,
goody!
And just as I was about to mail
this in, letter came from St. Paul,
from none other than the esteemed
THOMAS L. COLEMAN, the guy who
ran out on the DIPLOMAT initiation
last week. Tommie writes:
Dear Nellie:
81 enjoy the way you do things up.
Yes, l guess I was a 'cream-puff'
the other night at initiation. I'll ex-
plain that to you-Club meeting was
on Tuesday night, and I had DATE
on Wednesday night. I was afraid
if took initiation I wouldn't be able
to make the date in good shape"
Yours truly,
Thomas L. Coleman.