The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-08-13
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By HENRY M'LENIoRE

By HENRY M'LEMORE
 United Press Stan Correspondent) Des Moines, Ia., Aug. 13. (UP)- Your correspondent received a summons to New York and the Wightman Cup matches today, and it was a most unwelcome marching order. for 1t meant an immediate departure from cool Des Moines to the miserable, stifling heat of Man. hattan.
 As you probably know if you are follower of the national weather forecasts, Des Moines has been in the throes of a cold snap. Or. more properly, hot cold snap. first learned of the cold snap a few hours after my arrival when, bath ed in precipitation and with my shirt unbuttoned to the waist and my pants legs rolled up in order not to miss even the most vagrant puff of breeze, a friend greeted me with:
 Man, you're lucky to get here while We are having cold snap. Up until today it's been hotter'n the devil. But the temperature sud- denly dopped to 95 this morning, and 1t looks like we're in for a spell of chilly weather. Hope the fros doesn't nip the corn"
 I mopped my face with my fourth handkerchief of the day.
 Tt is kinda brisk" said. Don't you think you're running risk going around without a topcoat or a sweater? You're liable to catch you death of cold"
 My friend gave me a look that said better than words that he | wasn't joking. And he wasn't. Every Iowan met congratulated me on bringing cool weather until realized Iowans are the same about their heat as Floridians are about their sunshine, Californians about their ain and earthquakes.
 In Florida, I've had natives warn me against sunburn on days when the sun was obscured by clouds as dark as a williams heart, and you couldn't have located op Sol as the boys in our set all call the sun, with the whatcha-may-c -call-it tele- scope. In California, of course, a rain that doesn't aceually sweep barns (with cattle and poultry perched cautiously on their rofs) down the valleys is shower. and an underground grumble which shakes the citizens as a glamber does dice, is a silly, little remor. And even when it gets so hot out here that the asphalt of the streets runs gaily along after the manner of Venetian caanls, and to breathe Is to enjoy the thrills of profes- sional fireeating, the Iowans don't complain. Even as they pant in their cellars, with enough electric fans to drive the Graf Zeppelin along at 100 miles an hour, they smile and say:
 "Yes, it is bit warm, but just think what it's doing for the corn
 As I get it, Iowa corn is the noblest corn of them all, largely because it's just as hot here al night as it is in the daytime. Things don't cool off when the sun goes down. And the corn, not any too intelligent, fails to realize that fl is night and time for respectable farm products to sleep and rest and just >keepjs on gowing all night
 So, when an Iowan gets uncom' forably hot, he comforts himself by sticking his head out the win dow to listen to the corn grow away for the glory of his own. hi native state. It almost makes hin break out in a cold sweat of pride to know that. while he may burr to a crisp. the corn will be tallel and latter and more attractive thai the corn of any other state.
 I tried this couple of times. bu 1 never could work up the propei enthusiasm for young and growinl corn. Maybe that was because was raised in a section where olt corn--the older the better-wal respected. And you didn'tshave t' worry about the corn in our sec tion. After you had taken lev bites of it--or rather after It has taken a few bites at you--you has only yourself to worry about. (Couvrinht l0Ak bv United Press,