The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1937-10-15

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would be quite crowded if the duke
tried to snuggle in there along with
the present occupants.
What some of us over here think
and that goes for many Canadians,
too-is that England has a crying
need for a society dedicated to the
broad general principle of minding
it's own business and suffering the
duke and his wife to mind theirs.
We have rough idea that both of
them can better endure long-dis-
lance snubs than officious meddling
in their private affairs. Just being
an ex-king is hard enough job
even if you can get it to do.
Political Afterthoughts.
NJ ASTER ROLLO, aged seven,
Iva and city raised, was visiting
relatives in the country. On his
first morning he came in wearing
worried cast of countenance.
Mother" he said, GIVE been out
under the mulberry trees"
eyes"
Mother, do mulberries have hard
backs and six legs and crawl around
on the ground?"
"Why, certainly not"
''Then, Mother" said Rollo in
stricken tones, 81 feel 1 have made
a dreadful mistake"
What's the point? Oh nothing, only
/ got to imagining what the brood
ing regrets of some members of
the administration and majority of
the members of the senate must be
when they recall the alacrity with
which they moved to fill certain
recent vacancy in a certain very
high court-in fact, the highest one
we've got.
Hirsute Virility.
DARISIAN boulevardiers believe a
dense arboreal effect of whiskers
is proof that the wearer is indeed
a man, without, in all cases, being
absolutely convincing about it.
We haven't gone that far yet, but
I would like to know whence comes
this notion of appraising masculine
vigor by the amount of hair along
the breast-bone? Morbid, calls it.
Two distinguished authors battle
when one intimates the other is
scantily adorned in that regard, for
getting that, in the immature sum-
mer peltage of his kind, an author
has but scanty growth as COM
pared with the richer winter coat.
And then prying reporters ask the
new glamor prince of the movies
whether he has any fleece at all
upon his chest, their tone indicating
they rather expected to find trailing
arbutus there, or at least some shy
anemone.
Years ago in the hospital, when I
was being shorn for an operation
I remember remarking to myself
that here was the only barber who'd
ever worked on me without trying to
sell me a bottle Of hair tonic.
Miss America-19S7.
A T LAST some rational excuse
"A in moral values, anyhow-has
been found for a so-called national
beauty contest.
The sevehteen-year-old New Jer-
sey girl chosen as "Miss America of
1887" is not going into vaudeville,
is not going to make any personal
appearances, is not coming to Holly
wood for a screen test, is not going
to accept radio contract, is not
even going to write her life story
for publication. She will return to
school and to the normal home life
of well-raised normal girl-that is,
unless she changes her mind about
it all.
If she shouldn't change her mind,
she stands out as probably the SAN
est young person of her age at pres
ent residing on this continent, or,
should we say, this planet.
If she should change her mind
well, the American populace has
been fooled many a time and oft be-
fore. Our grandfathers didn't be-
Ieve human beings ever could fly.
Our fathers didn't believe anybody
would ever lick John L. Sullivan.
Only the other day our United States
senators didn't believe their fellow
statesman, Mr.. Black of Alabama,
could be Klansman. They thought
that low but persistent sound of
''Ku-Klux, Ku-Klux" was but the
voice of modest hen.
IRWIN s. COBB
e-wNU Service.