Imperial Valley press., 1936-01-26
Over the Captains Coffee Cup
Travel Tales From EperyWhere
by Whit Weman --

sideration of statehood for the
territory is helping to change the
attitude of mainlanders. It's
dawning on people that we have
more than hula skirts, but they're
all right in their place, too
A NAVY SKIPPER
boarded a Greyhound Nitecoach
the other evening. He was home
ward bound for San Diego after
duty in the Orient, but his names
been lost in the shuttle of clip
pings that cutters the desk. His
baggage was mostly hula skirts
and all those doo-dads you pick
10. Would he talk about the queer
places he lived in? He would not.
Rolling down the coast highway,
with a brain crammed with men,
cries of strange sights and sounds
land smellsl of far ports, he
spent his time describing the in
tricacies of a mechanical COW
they had aboard 1T makes milk
you can't tell from the original
he insisted Any farmers in
ested in saving hay and grain, not
to mention three A. NJ. rising
hours that honest COWS demand?)
LlFE'S TOO EASY
these sad days Old timers will
tell you the romance has gone out
OF living They dwell in a past
when long red underwear marked
the strong man, and Conquest was
logged over every Captains sig
nature. Where's the accomplish
ment in riding out blizzard snug
in steam heated wheel house, or
leaping the Pacific in airplanes, or
riding the rails or highways in
luxury? You can't even get ma
rooned on some South Sea isle
any more without some bird COM
ing along with a homemade radio
and sending a call for help"
THEY EVEN DOUBT
the plans of those two French
scientists, Captain Eric de Bliss
chop and Joseph Tatibouet, whove
been lost and shipwrecked off and
on for the last two years. You
mean to say they demand. them
ijits plan to go on cruisin' the Pa
cific in double outrigger canoes?
Can't be done!" WE'LL maybe not
=. but a good many thousand
ancient Polynesians did their
cruising in the same type craft.
And romance, anyway, lies in the
hearts of men, not in a. means of
transportation.
THERE WAS JOEY
a messenger for Western Union
during the General Strike in "a,
Qet's call him Joey, since he may
see this somehow :. a blue
eyed, square -jawed youngster, his
beat the San Francisco financial
district until a month ago. Busi-
nessmen were muttering "revolu-
ton, riots and such non
sense. Wanting to be in on the
fun, Joey got himself a rifle, a
revolver and ammunition, lust in
case - When the trouble died,
he grew discouraged, but decided
to wait around. You couldn't tell
when. In the Autumn came
new rumors from along The EN-
barcadero, but still nothing hap
pened. Even radical Harry Bridges
had calmed. Joey saw it was nc
use waiting forever, SO he took
his arsenal aboard a freighter
headed for down under" ano
sailed for New Zealand where life
is wilder.
PETE THE PENGUIN
broadcasting from a far-northerr
shore, sends a message to the
column, we don't know why.
it's easier to build up good repu-
tation than to live down a bad
one" Come again, Pete.
IF YOU KNOW
an old sea-chanty, an unusual
travel story or a personal ex-
perience that stays in your mem
ory and wants to get out send
it in. Must be brief, of course. The
best of them will find a welcome