The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1936-07-03

ent wife's boarding house.
AS somebody prematurely remarked,
before thought it up myself, the old
Southwest is gone. But you never saw
nobbier service stations than we
passed, nor SINNER beauty parlors and
the curb service was excellent.
Destructive Pests.
A S THOUGH it weren't bad enough
n already with Presidential cam.
paign ON this year, grasshoppers have
threatened growing things in the
Midwest.
True to their advance notices, the
17-year locusts are popping out along
the eastern seaboard. In Ontario a
plague of caterpillars covered the
railroad tracks so thickly trains could
not run on schedule.
There's no word yet from our little
southern friend, the boil weevil, but
news is expected. Maybe he's waiting
for the return of the cotton crops that
we used to plant for the export trade
when we had an export cotton trade.
The pine borer is reported on the
Job in the north woods. To date, out
here, we have only the regular resi-
dent pests, including the white ter
mite, the red ant and the mother who
can prove her child is another Shirley
Temple. If somebody would only lis
ten. Of the last-named, we already
have upwards of 10000 and more ar
irving every day.
Still, we cannot hope to escape
Presently the party who goes around
taking straw votes on the election will
start multiplying rapidly. And then
professional California spellbinders
will be binding; and at any moment
Upton Sinclair is liable to start rum
ming for something.
What Makes News. as
COME gentleman who must work at
~ the postoffice because, seemingly,
stamps don't mean thing in the
world to him, keeps taking issue with
me for saying the reason why success
full newspapers feature so-called SEN
sations above news of art and science
and literature is not through any de-
sire to pander to morbid or vulgar
tastes, but because the average pub
Usher, being a smart merchandise,
puts such wares in his shop window,
which is his front page, as are calcu-
lated to catch the eye and win the
trade of the general public.
My correspondent demands an an
swer. All right, let's make it par
able:
Suppose, mister, that tomorrow,
through the town where you live,
passes a train bearing a distinguished
savant who has made some great dis
covery-say, the cause and cure of
botts-and on another train there Is
a taffy-haired lady who, after a spec
tacular murder trial, has just been tri-
umphantly acquitted on the ground Of
self-defense for shooting a gentleman
friend eight or nine times in the back.
Which one of these two travellers will
draw the biggest crowd down to the
station? And, brother, which train will
you meet?
Favorite Son Keynoter.
| DACK home the folks are all puffed
- up with pride. Our own Albin w.
Barley keynoted for the Democratic
convention until the rafters warped.
| Besides being a grand person and a
Woodworking senator, he's one of the
last of the real southern silver-tongued
the kind that can make a song of a
syllable and turn any reasonably long
word into an anthem.
And does he come from the place
where the true faith prevails? The ma
| jority stabilized just as soon as we
got lot of Old-timers to quit voting
for jeff Davis. We weaned them on
| w. J. Bryan. Ours is probably the only
congressional district in the Union that