The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1936-07-17


1929, some quitting
by request, some
by indictment and
,-..,. 60, some just vanishing
van o""" into space, taking
with them the clients remaining
cash assets, if any.
But this happened to be cable
gram from Geneva stating that,
when Emperor Halle and Farewell
Selassie hurriedly departed from
his capital, he so thoroughly
cleaned out the bank of Ethiopia
that all the invading Italians found
in the vaults was a large throb-
bling vacuum.
How Mencken Can Write
THIS campaign will liven right
L up if Henry Mencken, the Of
fetal human gumboil of the writ
ing craft, takes pen in hand to dis
cuss the men and the issues. You
don't have to agree with Hen. You
may quarrel with his premises and
dispute his conclusions.
But can he make the language
pop like bull-whip! When he gets
excited he throbs like a mashed
thumb, and cuts loose like an
avenging angel. Expressing him
self, he always picks words of the
right shape and the right color.
Literary Garbage
7 ET'S admit that southerners of
IL the Col. Carter of Gainesville
type were mainly the far-fetched
creations of overly-sentimental fic-
tionists. Let's admit the business
of painting a largely imaginary
aftah-de-wah south was for many
years crowded.
But why, in the revolt to de-
bunk this sugary romance, should
the land so generously spawn a
crop of alleged realists who'd have
the rest of the world believe the
only part of the south worthy of
being writteA about is almost ex-
clusively peopled by loathsome
degenerates of the Tobacco Road"
variety?
If one of these literary garbage
collectors will but look about him,
he'll find southerners who might
make interesting copy and yet, ex-
cusing that they leave the sugar
out of the corn bread and the low
er case "r" out of the language,
are pretty much like the run of
their fellow Americans elsewhere.
Gas Station Service
AN OPEN letter to the gaso-
A line companies;
Dear gasses-Why must the Gus
toner have the windshield wiped
if he doesn't want the windshield
wiped?
Maybe he's in a hurry. Maybe
he fears the youth with the squirt
gun will only mess up the wind
shield worse than ever. Maybe
he's nervous and prefers a blurry
outlook so he can't see how many
close calls he's going to have from
being knocked cold by lady motor
lists.
Even so, unless he fights like
tiger, he must endure the wind
shield wiping. / commend the po-
likeness of your attendants, though
deploring their frequent habit of
apparently going somewhere about
a quarter of mile back of the sta
ton to make change. admire
your enterprise and your pumps are
indeed works of art. Your high
way signs so fill the grateful eye
that we don't have to look at COM
paratively dull things, such as
scenery. But my dear gases,
there comes time when too much
service becomes a nuisance.
Heroic First Aid Measures
XXIHEN those three gallant men
w were imprisoned in that
Moose river mine cave-in up in
Canada, facing death in the dark
ness-one of them you'll remem-
Der, did die-and the rescuers final
ly bored a slender shaft through
to their living tomb, almost the
first thing sent down from above
was some hot coffee with slug of
brandy in it.
Now the Rev. A. A. Mcleod has
formally protested to the govern
ment of Nova Scotia about putting
in the brandy.
So I've been sitting here all day
trying to make up my mind, if
I'd been buried in that freezing,
Shiny pit, which I'd prefer-to have
'em send along some spiked cof-
fee right away or keep the mix
ture up on the surface and lower
the Rev. A. A. Mcleod with a
pitcher of ice water.
It's one of those things fellow
really can't decide offhand.
IRWIN S. COBB.
G-wNU Service.