St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1936-06-26
Personalities
By Nell DOdsOn

MICKEY MOUSE over Ill SC' du 11au
somebody bump-bump into his car,
his new car with the special high
speed gears. Tsk, tsk. And Ron
Judy had a taxicab crash into his
bus. Nobody killed or knocked
cuckoo in either smash-up. You
amt safe noplace nowadays, s'help
me.
Claude Mason pops up with the
latest bit of well-for- heaven's-sake
foolishness. He SEE that for long
time after Fritz Crisler left Min
nesota to go to Princeton Univer-
sity as a football coach, he
(Claude) was puzzled. He was
puzzled on accounta' another Teller
by the name of Fritz Kreisler was
.goin' around the country playin' a
fiddle. Now Claude sez he won
dered if the guy who was goin'
around the country playin' the fid-
die was the same guy who used
to coach Minnesota football? About
two weeks ago Mason suddenly
found out that the Teller who plays
the fiddle is the great Fritz Kreis-
Ter, the internationally known vio-
linist and composer, and that Fritz
Crisler who used to coach football
at Minnesota is quite safely estab-
lished coaching football at Prince
ton, and perhaps doesn't know one
end of a fiddle from t'other. In
other words, there's two different
guys. One of 'em monkeys with
feetsball and the other one twid-
dies a fiddle.
Dearie me, if that good-looking
gentleman from out-of-town who
played the violin so beautifully at
Forum last Sunday should play the
violin again, the local gels will all
go highbrow and go in for SYM
phony moo-sic. If just ONE MORE
dame yips about how entranced she
was, Pm going to bust out in
heebie-jeebies. Most of the local
gents can't do anything but play
boy around and so when some male
comes along who CAN do some
thin, well, carry the danes out
on a stretcher. I remember one
night when I sat and listened to a
handsome brute serenade me out
of my senses with his violin. It
took me two years to even remem-
Der my name, so that goes to
show that handsome guys with vio-
Observation-Disclosures, they
are a menace to the peace of mind
of the femme population.
I got a letter from a white class
mate of mine over at the Univer-
sity a few days ago, and she said
hse shocked her mama by falling
off the streamlined Hiawatha in
Chicago just about as polluted as
a gal can get. Her mama came
all the way from New Haven to
meet her in Chi, and her mama is
very conservative. Well, it so hap
pened that daughter got stuck in
the bar on the gosh-darned Hia-
watha, and nice boys goin' home
from collitch kept buying her
drinks, and a few tired business
men bought her drinks, and 5000
by the time she got into Chi she
was-well, she was so full of giggle
soup that she could hardly find the
train steps when she got off. There
was mama waiting for her. The
gal said she let out whoop and
hollared: eli, Nom, old grill" She
SEE her allowance has been cut in
half and her mama has been goin'
around tellin' everybody in New
Haven that the University of Min
nesota is a school for DRINKS,
guzzlers, and whoopee-makers. P.S.
Her mama didn't know that daugh-
ter could drink a coupla' gallons
before she even enrolled at dear old
Minnesota! Haw!
A number of the Minneapolis
men-about-town come down to
RoII,e FOR. lunch evaru noon Thau