The Washington times., 1935-11-07
NOW
Traffic Seems
To Get Worse
MIR. VANLOON
BY HELEN EsSARY


Once I waved my hand, sig.
mailing a stop. The boy who
drew up in a flivver beside me
said, Look out. lady. Or you'll
break your wrist"
Straight line driving is prac-
tically unknown. Cars zigza g
from white lines to curb stones,
as they feel disposed.
Corners are cut so close that
the eyebrows are practically lost
In the whirl.
Nobody ever stops before a
cross walk except by accident.
At circle everybody goes
haywire.
The second reason for traffic
confusion is. the quick changing
Of the lights.
When you have had to stop
and change gears, three times
in one block before your turn
comes at the street intersection.
you are desperate enough to take
any kind of a chance to get
through the jam.
If the lights stayed on longer,
particularly during the rush
hour, pedestrians, now caught
between right and left-hand
turner's and straightaway goers,
would have q chance to cross the
street comfortably.
The third traffic suggestion, I
have written before. But I be-
lieve it most important.
There should be two more
croSstown Boul e vards-one in
the neighborhood of Park Road
and the other in the R Street
section.
Trying to get to the Capitol or
to Union Station and back again
at present is enough to make a
placid automobile froth at the
mouth and bite stop sign.
Hendrix van Loon, who has
his own ideas about civilization
from, 1000 B. c. up to and in.
cluding 1885 A. D., was a guest
last week at the White House,
where he cheerily spoke his mind
to Mr.. RooSevelt-about the
habits Of their respective Dutch
forefathers-"the Waggoners Of
the Sea- e.'
When he is at home in Con-
necticut, Mr.. Van Loon tells his
thoughts mere informally. For
instance,
"A dictator is a little fellow
who wears hip boots and makes
his own parades. See Napoleon,
Hitler, MusSolini and Dolfuss."
"Hard-boiled characters are the
most satisfactory. When they
break they aren't so messy"
Personal happiness is achieved
in the role you think you are
best fitted to play"
one story of Mr.. Van Looms
might be useful in the AAA.
It's about the New Zealand
sheep estimator, who, when look
ing out the window Of an eX.
press train in Holland, announced
that 678 sheep were in a nearby
pasture.
you've got good eyes and a
quick BRAIN" said the crowd in
the smoking room. But how
could you tell so quickly?"
'It's very simple" said the
sheep estimator, 81 add up the
legs and divide by four"
Mr.. Edwin w. Gableman, who
writes wisely of Washington 60
ings-on for the Cincinnati En-.
quirer, is home again after a very
serious illness at Emergency Hos
pital, / saw him the other after
noon, surrounded by more sym.
pathetic bouquets than even as
pretty . person as Ellie Gableman
might object to being sent to a
husband who was not a con-
Valescent.
Therell be some gorgeous de-
butante parties this season.
Six pretty little young things
whose families believe in big
parties" and can do the trick
gracefully and amusingly, will set
the pace for the season.
The fortunate girls are: Nancy
Letter, daughter of Mrs. Joseph
Letter; Angelica Lloyd, daughter
of Mr.. and Mrs. Demarest Lloyd
Marguerite Hagner, daughter Of
Mr.. and Mrs. Randall Hagner;
Alice Rodgers, daughter OF Mrs.
Philip o. Coffin: Margaret Mathe-
son, daughter of Mrs. Malcolm
Mateson, and Eleanor Flood,
daughter Of Mrs. Henry D. Flood.
They Are Wearing This Season:
Chip" Robert-the ra dt n t
smile of bridegroom.
Mrs. Homer s. CummingS-the
twinkle of woman who always
finds life entertaining.
Mr.. ReXford B. Tugwell-a
handsome and scornful demeanor
AS usual.
Mrs. "Jock" Whitney, riding
habit-10 hours of each day.
Mrs. James F. Curtis-the zest-
full manner Of a person who rel
ishes her job-of all jobs.
MFR. George P. Marshall-the
ouizzical expression Of a man
about to make up his matrimonial
mind.
Also-They are wearing hats,
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