The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1937-12-11
The SEEING
E..
GOOD PHILOSOPHY

lives are made"
An old guy. moons ago, who had
q helleva lot OF know" twixt his
ears. wrote that. He was hipped.
booted TO the gills. and had all the
answers on top. Right today, his
thought here fingers the future OF
many guys and gals We see while
bending our knees around town.
Daily and nightly, in the vari-
Gus spots sprinkled around town.
we see droyes of ghees and dolls
Just sitting and looking. seemingly
with nothing to spend but the even
Ing, and no thought OF doing any
thing else but just that. They lust
sit. taking up the spotkeeper's pre-
cious space. showing the SEEING
EYE just what sort of stuff that IL
going into the making OF their flu
ture.
The picture. Wasted time
A run-to-the-seed ruiure Old
now Bent and broke and whip
ped. No qualifications Nothing
to do. Just sit and look and wal.
for the old grim reaper.
WEAVER AND WISER
When the skipper behind this
allye was bllp OF kid
his pap told him about Santa
Claus. He swallowed II, hook. line
and sinker. just like millions OF
bright eyed little guys are doing
right now. Yeah. He was strickly
FOR st. Nick. believed In him. and
chung to his belief until Old Santa
mixed him out one Xmas after his
fourteenth winter.
Today, little guys and girls don't
let their legs be pulled that way.
They figure things out for them
selves, and do 1t logically. too
Take little David Terrill. OF 5433
Crane avenue for example
David. third grader. with a
slice of aggressiveness this alley
likes TO watch, was playing on the
stairway one evening when we
started up.
+. "Ho here." we greeted. "Howsa
everything, Dav?"
He leaped up. stood erect. his
bright, intelligent eyes sparkling
Hi. Mr.. Haney," he grinned
Since Xmas is just over there. We
took II upon ourselves to tell David
the story OF st. Nick. He stood and
listened attentively Bringing oui
story to a dramatic climax. we
touched his little brown cheek and
said:
"Soya see. va gotta be good
boy or Santa won't come to va
He looked up at us steadily. with
a humorous light creeping into his
eyes.
saw" he said. There's no Santa
Claus"
| What" We faxed shock
| NAV. How can rindeer fly
The humor In his eyes slipped
down TO the corner OF his mouth.
We couldn't answer David
question and didn't try. We jus
looked at him with admiration an,
showed on off up the stairs.
THOUGHTS WHILE LOOKING
That housing project OH Hast
Ings. going mp fast. going t.
be Godsend for thousands.
The way things are flung aroun.
heller shelter in some Negro busi
ness places. . . The smile on tn,
pretty brown face Of the girl WHIT
receives you at the Great Lake.
Insurance Co.. The versatility o
some OF our business people in thu
art OF thinking up excuses wher
they owe bill. Wondering how
much water some Of our local po
liticians are going to draw in thu
City Hall after January the fourth
Wodnering why we want TO nia
everything and skip back home
when we think of our wife while
strolling (That love bug bite. all
geso. Wondering what Chatfleld
Studemire and Pops" are thinking
doing how everything seems tc
quicken just before the holidays
REPORTING
c. W. Pacely at 673 Kirby.
the business manager Of the Cen
trail Social Club. returned home re-
Gently after having spent few
days In the Harper hospital.
I'm glad to be out and around
he informed this alley. And. say!
Would II surprise you to know that
two Doctors on the staff read tho
TRIBUNE? Personally, I've read
II for years. like IFS editorials
also that column Boykins writes
II is Is good paper
Thanks Mr. Pacely. A lot of~D
troiters believe the same.
YEAH. DOIN' TIL POET
All lax L heah tn rooster crow.
He reminds me on som folkes A
kno'.
Who brag and buster. rant ant
shout,
without n dat blame thing to GROW
about
Yeah.