The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1936-09-09
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Observations
On Progress
MILESTONES
By HELEN ESSARY

ny HELEN ESSAhI
This column is made up Of
Observations on the Progress of
Civilization.
Little milestones in the march
OF events that I've been brooding
over for weeks. Today they come
to life. Or at least pop into print
First:
They Marry Young Men.
Ever so often during the last
few months the papers have an
nounced that some mature woman,
secure in position and supposedly
secure emotionally, was marrying
q little lad.
The confession magazines have
been advertising here and there
such revelations as II Was Not
Afraid to Marry a Man Younger
Than Myself"
Evidently, in these outbreaks
are signs of the times.
Women in their fight for eman-
cipation are taking the last hurdle.
They are getting their courage
together and collecting striplings
to cheer their declining years.
Men, old men, have married
young girls whenever they felt so
disposed, had enough money and
could find an avaricious and beau
tiful victim. This was as it should
be-if the victim wanted to under
take the contract.
But a woman who married a
young man-she was not only a
fool--She was indecent, immoral,
vulgar and she was an outcast.
She might have romance with
Q STRIPPING an intellectual ro-
nance, naturally. She might make
big eyes at her daughters beau.
But never, no never might she
MARRY masculine youth-if she
were to remain in good standing.
But now, my dears-the Old
Gals marry the Little Boys. And
if anybody gossips-what of it?
norIr poofloooarc
The Liquor Bootleggers was a
Villain who made us feel heroic
OF much the same personality
is the Pork Bootlegger, that savior
of Middle Western appetiteS just
described to me by a friend from
Kansas. Said the friend who is
not New Dealer:
"CrOp curtailment has never
curtailed. When hog birth con-
troll was at its peak of enthuSi-
asm / was living in Topeka. My
cook shared with me a love for
roast pork and its fixings.
"She was q frugal soul. She
said that since pork was IS cents
q pound we could not have it
for even an occasional dish. She
mentioned this one time to the
local bOOtlegger who was deliver
ing his bottles in her kitchen.
(Kansas is still dry.)
"'That's tough remarked the
bOOtIegger, and went on to say
that here was a situation he
could and would remedy. So he
directed my cook to proceed to
q certain number on a certain
street. To knock at the door
and when it was opened to say
that "JOhnnie" sent her. She
wanted some pork.
"The girl came back in half
an hour, all aglOw. She carried
under her arm a fine leg of
young pig. She had bought it
at Is cents a pound in COM
paRisOn with the regulation
butchers IS.
"AI she had done was to
knock at certain door. 1t had
been opened slitwiSe in the best
prohibition fashion. She told
the man who peered at her
that Johnnie" had sent her.
"'COme in, my GIRL said the
pOrk-bOOtlegger. And she fol-
lowed him into a back rOOil
where Sundry portions of dead
pigs hung from hooks.
"'Pick what you want, Kid
he told her, and she did.
1--WE had so much pork in
Topeka, at Is cents a pound,
that for the first time in my
life 1 began to get a little sick
of it-juSt as I did of bathtub
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