St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1935-10-11
Personalities!
By Nellie Dodson

time out to hop on the necks OF the
local men once more. And it's
about a subject which has come up
before, too. Last week broke in
to print with a ILL sports column
all my own, just a column Of short
notes. But you would have thought
I'd committed an objectionable sin
by the way the men all flew up to
the ceiling and asked: "Why can't
that paper get a man sports writ
err" They asked for what's COM
ing, so they can make up their
minds to take it and like it.
Since C. E. Newman has been
in the newspaper business, he has
had a procession of men sports
writer's parading through his Of
flee. Some of 'em have been good,
some have been just $3.50. But it
has always been the same story.
After turning out three or four col
umns, the dear brothers would get
such high opinions of their own
ability that they would want to
spread their stuff out all over the
paper. This is just a small weekly
paper, and space is at a premium,
so when C. E. would tell 'em to
cut their stuff down a bit, they'd
go into a huff and get highly in
suited. Thereafter their columns
would become more and more ir-
regular until, 10 and behold, final
ly no columns would be forthcom-
ing at all. Another thing would
be that these males never would
pay any attention to the deadline
date. It so happens that a dead
line is a deadline, regardless of
whether it is on a twenty-six page
daily or a six-page weekly, but
evidently the aforementioned dear
brothers thought that because they
were on a small paper, any time
they brought their stuff in would
be the right time. C. E. would have
to chase all over the Twin Cities
trying to collect their columns by
press time. Some weeks they would
be too busy (doing nothing) to get
their work in at all. A third point
against them is that they would
go into long-winded technical dis
cussions which the daily papers had
gone into thoroughly all through
the week. Also they would never
go out and get material for them
selves, but would sit and wait for
it to roll in to them. If C. E.
could have found just ONE man
who would have taken his work
seriously, have gotten it in on time,
and turned it out regularly, THEN
he would have kept that one man
on the job. AS it is, Auntie Per-
sonalities is gonna keep on doing
her sports stuff until some male
comes along who can turn out what
is wanted, when it is wanted, and
in the manner wanted. And
THAT'S THAT.
Pete Thatcher took me up on
that "gushy-wushy" business of
last week, and asked for a definite
explanation. "Just what do you
mean by a line of slush ?" he in
quired, and as Horace Bell was
standing on the other side of me
firing the same question. I was
slightly at loss to find a satisfac-
tory answer. Ho hum.
The older single men are going
to fill the dwindling ranks Of single
femmes by going to the younger
crowd and snatching the more
sophisticated of the lassies away
into the older crowd. And so we
grandmas had just as well make
up our minds to get used to the
idea. Ho hum again. What's to
prevent us grandmas from retail
ating and whisking up a few of
the younger lads? There's Bill
Small, for instance, who is very