The Washington times., 1935-05-08
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Strange PeriLs
of Public Life
PAINFUL DUTIES
By HELEN ESSARY


In public life the perils are as
certain as the rewards are
vague. That's kindergarten
philosophy.
Most Of the perils are spirit
ual and financial. Seldom is a
great citizen injured by a bomb.
The late hours, caused by hard
work and the necessity for ICON.
tacting the right people" at
odd times, do not often bring on
physical or nervous disaster.
But there is one most import
ant parsonage in Washington
/ wish I could tell his name,
but I promised not to-who is
about to be borne off to a
sanitorium because of the EN-.
barrassment and pain he suf.
fered twice last week-while
improving the world.
His first suffering was part
Of his banquet speech to a big
organization. Our hero began
his before-speaking dinner
nervously.
With the fish course he &C
quired a bone in his throat. 1t
wasn't the sort of bone that
made him cough, or caused
nearby people to whack him on
the back. But it was a bone
that stuck tight. And hurt
badly.
He tried as unostentatiously
as a man could, who is sitting
in the center of a raised plat
form, facing twelve hundred
people to remove the bone. It
stuck tighter and hurt more.
He excused himself. Retired
to a remote room. And tried to
find the bone. For ten minutes
he tried with no luck.
With a sore mouth and nerves
turning handsprings, he hurried
back to the head table and to
an anxious POSTMASTER.
It was time for his speech.
Our Hero rose nobly to his
feet and made a really swell
talk. A martyr, that man!
After the dinner he hurried
to Emergency Hospital. A doctor
removed from his tongue, where
1t was deeply imbedded, sharp,
double-jointed bone of a Chesa-
peake Bay shad.
A few days after the dinner
calamity, our Hero went to New
York City to take the principal
part in a New Deal ceremony,
with other distinguished Wash.
ingtonians. He was met by an
automobile escort.
AS he took his place in the
back seat of the car, he i'm
agined he was sitting on a pro-
truding wire in the upholstery.
He moved a little.
"Zipp-ppp" went the seat Of
his trousers in long cash!
Dear heaven, what must he
do? He pulled at his coat. It
was too short. The men in the
car said "how dreadful" But
their eyes twinkled.
When the car stopped he had
to get out and pass through a
mob of curious people. The mob
was waiting for him to cut a
! white ribbon which stretched
across the entranced to the
governmental exhibit of the day.
| Somehow he had to get to the
white ribbon. He pulled at his
coat collar again and again until
, it came half way down his back.
| But still there was a gap-of
sorts.
! A beautiful woman faced him
In the staring crowd. He
thought, II cannot pass beauty,
exposed as I am"
! So he turned fiercely to a
New York newspaper man.
Snatched the overcoat off his
back. Then marched bravely
forward. Bowed deeply to the
populace. And cut the satin
ribbon!
I Mrs. Cordell Hull grows hand
somer each season. She has a
becoming blue spring costume
with a little quilted jacket. A
gay boutonniere matches the
flower on her blue rough straw
hat. Count Janusz zoltowskl,
Poland's financial counselor in
New York, is sailing peacefully
on the Atlantic Ocean today for
a European holiday, only be-
cause Tom Mccormack was able
to drag him away from the re-
cent birthday party at the Polish
Embassy in time to catch the
train that put him on the S. S.
Champlain. Count zoltoWski
is extremely rich, amusing and
a bachelor They eat heartily,
these important men. At vari-
Gus tables at the Willard lunch
hour. I saw the other day DR..
Rudolph Leitner, Counselor of
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