The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1937-05-28

mauoenlng round
tripper, hoping to
escape the common ~
place babbling of
eastern sight-seers
and revel in the
salty humor of the
unspoiled West. And
I ran into a native
who said, with the s1SA'aa-- 4
cute air of having Irwin g Cohh
just thought it up,
Eyes, sir, never felt better or
had less"
And I encountered a gentleman
who in parting called out, "Say, kid,
don't take in any wooden nickels."
And then, speaking of someone else,
remarked, eff I never see that
guy again it'll be too soon."
Remaining Hors d'Oeuvres.
THE controversy over giving a
L more American name to hors
d'oeuvres-which some cannot pro-
nounce and none can digest
RACES up and down the land. What
Sam Blythe, that sterling eater,
calls these alleged appetizers you
couldn't print in a family news
paper, Sans idea of a before-din-
ner nicknack being a baked him.
A sturdy Texas congressman calls
them doo-dabs.
But if l were living abroad again,
I know what I'd call them. When
you behold the array of this and
that, as served at the beginning of
luncheon in the average table d'hote
restaurant over there, and especial
ly in France, you are gazing upon
what discriminating customers left
on their plates at supper the night
before.
Scrambled Cooking.
n OWN below Flagstaff, Ariz., but
~ somewhat to the eastward, in a
picturesque city which saddles the
international boundary, I found a
unique condition.
The best American food available
is across the Mexican line at a
restaurant owned by a Greek gen.
tleman with a Chinese cook in the
kitchen. But the best Mexican cook
cry is done we'll over on the Ameri-
can side by a German woman
whose husband is an Italian.
So our own native-born citizens,
when hungry for the typical dishes
of New England or Dixie, journey
beyond the border patrols, passing
on their way many of their Span
ish-speaking neighbors bound four
miles northward for a bit of su-
perior tamales and the more in
dammatory brands of chill.
Dueling a la Europe
I NTH DR.. Franz Sarga, the duel
~ ing husband of Budapest, really
serves one of his enemies en- bro
Ghetto, as it were, instead of just
trimming off hangnails and side
whiskers, l decline to get worked
up. You remember the Doc? He
set out to carve everybody in Hun
gary who'd snooted his lady wife
and found himself booked to take on
quite large club membership. But
so far he hasn't done much more
damage than careless chiropodist
could.
Once, in Paris, / was invited to
a duel. I couldn't go, having prior
engagement to attend the World
war, which was going on at that
time, so I sent a substitute.
He reported that after the prin-
cipals exchanged shots without per-
il, except to some sparrows passing
overhead, all hands rushed togeth-
er, entwining in a sort of true-love
knot.
The Forgotten Man.
THOSE whose memories stretch
1 that far back into political an
tiquity may recall the ancient days
that seem so whimsically old-fash-
Toned now, when our present Presi-
dent was running the first time on
a platform which, by general con-
sent, was laughed off Immediately
following election. He promised
then to do something for the forgot
ten man. Remarks were also
passed about balancing the budget
right away. We needn't 60 into
that.
But the forgotten man figured ex-
tensively in the campaign. Then,
for awhile, popular interest in him
seemed to languish. So many new
issues came up suddenly, some, like
dyspepsia symptoms, being but tenn
porary annoyances, and some which
fingered on and abide with us yet,
including Mr.. John L. Lewis, the
well-known settee.
And now, after these five change
full, crowded years, we have solved
the mystery-we know who the for
gotten man is. The name is Tug
well, spelled as spoken, but you
can pronounce it 'Landon'' and get
practically the same general re-
suits.
IRWIN s. COBB.