The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-12-27
COMFORT

M the long silences that mark the
 niRht
 When there is time to face the
 truth at last
 | know, aSSuredly, that we were
 right
 To reach for stars in our un-
 chartered past,
 For why should we have trembled
 at the scorn
 Of timid folk with envy as a dart And why should we have left un- N4t touched, unborn,
 The lovely dreams that bud within
 the heartH
 No. better far, this peril at the end Than memories that leave a Sickly
 chiN,
 And though no beauty lies around
 the bend
 And though no rainbow tints the distant hill ..
 Here in the warmth of old and friendly inns
 l can seek dissolution for our sinsl
 DON VAIN. A man says to another man that he had a strange dream last night, He dreamed Hitler died And he went to the funeral It was the darndest thing, he said "They let the cofan down into the grave poured earth on 1t, patted 1t down and then pulled 1t up againl They lowered 1t and raised 1t at least il half dozen times-going through the same business each time" .. "Hut whye" asks the other guy, did they do 1t so many timesp"
 "on account of the applause" is the retort,
 Distortion of the news from Fin land in the Moscow rags--Pravda (Which meana Truth and I2vestia (which means NewSl has, according to c. K. R. Gedye, revived pun among the critics of Communism to wit: "There is no pravda in I2veStia and no i2veStia in Pravda"
 Silas Rents book, Newspaper Crusaders" Is crowded with stuff to make you proud you're m this business Gazettes war on evils often at great cost to themselves, MT, Bent finds You find an example in the scrap The St, Paul News waged against skulduegery In the Police Dept, The sheet Aroke up the link between the law md the felons-and how was 1t thanked by the citizens of St Paul9
 The paper is no longer among the livingl
 They are telling this typical Yam kee" story in tho sinful Broadway placss ., How Q cafe society play boy (who was speeding somewhere In New EnglandO encountered Q farmer driving Q dilapidated flivver which cre0ked slowly and wouldn't make room for the impatient New Yorker e. Suddenly, without warning, the farmer turned off into the road, nearly causing the other to crash "Fergootlnessake l" shouted the New Yorker, "whyinell didn't you put out your handp" |. "Ef yer couldna seen my hand" was the indifferent answer, "then yer couida seen my carl" As good Nn answer as most, by heck.
 Then there's the one about the yappy chorus girl, who wanted to quit show business and become a secretary ,,,. Look" e, a friend cautioned, being a secretary means moro than just routine office work you know. When the boss dictates a letter you gotta sit on his lap, When the ofiiee closes at five, you hafta remain sometimes afta hol and do extra things"
 "Yeahq" asked tho popey One, "until what timer"
 The N. Y, Times two Sabbaths ago contained this dispatch from Berlin by Lathrop Shredder; "social life in Germany has been disrupted by the general blackout" The same days magazine section carried a piece by their Berlin boy, Otto D. Tollschus, in which he reported; {; "The war stimulates dermany's so- cial life. The Berlin cafes are crowded dispite the hlackouts" Our Idea of wasting energy and breath is to argue with tho ism boys sydney smith once said; "rhe best way of answering Q bad argu-