The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-02-27

cause of the
 jarring, even stand quite c lot of it by plane SO 1 came out on the Super Chief, right through Colorado, New Mexico and Arizona Can't say that I felt like running c mile when we were up above the clouds at Raton, but then, who wants to run Q mile. anyway?
 The trip to California always makes me sleepy. Don't know why. l find it's so with many travellers from the East. Although I slept most of the way out, I'm too sleepy to work hard today, and much too drowsy to play So l called my sister Marie, we lunch. cd and talked of old times and new. Then we taxied out to the beautiful cemetery where she helped to lay away our eldest bros ther, John, last fall, and visited the grassy hill where he rests until the Last Day It is c solemn spot and time for meeting of bro- ther and sister and l was glad to learn that she had given his watch. which he prized so highly, to his dearest friend. here in Los Angeles He was c bachelor, SO 1t Is fitting that we who are closest to him should pay such respects as the living may pay to those who have ventured on ahead.
 I saw the high Rockies, ranges of snow-clad peaks. l saw snow enough to bury New York up to the peak of the Empire State tower. was deeply moved by the demon- strat!on of power when great locomotive hooked on ahead of our train and helped the regular engine pull us over the Great Divide but mostly I was iin- pressed by these sights:
 A lonely dog, guarding c house that seemed to Dc vacant. He was not much bigger than our Captain Kidd, but far sturdicr, with long yellow.and-white hair and pow- erful chest. The house was little more than c shack, unpainted, high up in c bare spot on c mountain, far from other dwei. lings. no curtains, no sign of life within.
 Jaws grimiy set, eyes alert but tired, the faithful dog sat before the front door, looking now this way and now that.
 For whom was he looking, and how long must he waltz The train went slowly past, for 1t was near the top of . steep grade. Brave Doggie did not vouchsafe even c glance ct Us, SO I know he is not expecting his master home by train.
 Two little boys, not more than ten years old, slashing away at dead sunfowers beside the track. They had wooden swords that served well. They were furious in their attack. Each one was c general, for each was shouting blood-cufdiing commands to ima- ginaFy troopers as he laid about him Flercilessiy.
 can recall doing that very thing in that same way. Some. times I rode c stick horse to the battle, and ct other times went iii alone, afoot, to conquer the world, No, I don't think itTl make fighters Of them It just gives them exercise and escape from monotony.
 Los Angeles seems familiar, perhaps because Prince Michael Dimitri Alexandrovitch obeiensky Romanof is jailed and pubiicized on the day Of my arrival Prince Mike, who Is afi agreeable, harm. less fellow, is always getting into jail He was in jaii in Witchita when I first met him, about 70 years ago, I have gone to the Tembs i1 New York to greet him, aHd f have time I shaii hunt him Up in the Los Angeles hold. over, But he viii Dc, out long before this sees print, I'm sure. He has so many friends that stone walls do not . prison make for him
 h the coffee shop Of the Am. bassad0r I have breakfast with Dale Carnegie and his nephew, Pierre, who B attending school here, but lives tn Kansas City, Dale and I have offices only . few blocks apart in Manhattan and have been friends for years, But we have to come to California to eat together and have . haIf hours chat Also ind time to renew acquaintance with Bob Bfinkefhoff and George CaFlin, old friends and Manhattan neigh- bofS Long ago I learned this, Get your New Workers far sway from New York f you want to taik tn . jeisufeiy and friendly manner with them. Manhsttans tempe is t0o jtifnpy for this kind Of ileighbofjy chit-chat V, v, Mckitt, my syndicate chief Of many years, whom 1 haven't seen for months, was hsre. 1 called his hotel, hoping to renew afl- other New York sequantaneeship, Checked out ten minutes ago sftef . long stAyi What hapiess c0ineideneel Just time for phone conversations with Jimmie Fiddler, old friend and radiocasteY, apd Am PsfeBteau, formerly my secretary for slx haFdwofking years snd %, 0n to San FfaBeisc0I
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