St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1940-01-26
Hello Folks:

Hello Folks:
On glancing over the calendar
l find we are going to have an ear
ly Easter, so we might as we'll be-
gin planning our spring ensemble.
Most of our troubles come from
not planning and being ready on
time. At least, that is someone's
fault that l know rather well. No
names mentioned. So get out your
books and patterns and plan to
give chin" a gorgeous treat for
Easter. Maybe you haven't decid-
ed yet whether we women dress to
please the men or ourselves. Well,
l have my own opinion on the sub
ject.
This weeks laugh: Have you
heard of the young Junior High
School miss of Minneapolis who
has a secret crush on one of st.
Pauls prominent young husbands?
The young miss spends couple of
hours each night writing love let
tiers of alteration, poems and past
ing photos of herself in different
poses, in a large blue notebook. In
innate friends say our little hero
inc plans to present this notebook
chuck full of these sweet sentiment
tails to our hero mighty soon at
his down town office (that is if
wiley doesn't snatch her bald-head-
ed before she gets there). Sal
hopes this girlie's mamma reads
this and finds the notebook before
our heroine gets her little heart
broken and is disillusioned for
few weeks out of her young life.
Never quite before have l seen
as many folks turn out to dance
as there were at the Jimmie Lunce
ford's dance last Monday night at
the Coliseum. The mellow orches-
ira music, plus the gay crowd,
helped to make each and every one
have a ball. Before turning the
spotlight on some of the funny,
romantic and said events of the
evening, let me tell you about the
conversation Sal heard in front of
the Coliseum as she was entering.
1t seems as if a Minneapolis gent
(who had been a little too friend
lv with a bar elsewhere) was hav-
ing quite an argument with a cab
driver over his fare to the dance.
The cab driver quoted his price
and the gent hiccoughed loudly and
said, "Do you know who l am?
Pm the great Mcintosh" To this
the cabbie answered 81 don't care
if you are the Great Raincoat' or
Great Umbrella you'll pay-or
else" Well, the gent paid his fare
willingly and trotted happily into
the dance. Humorous happenings
at the dance: When MARJORIE
and CLAUDE MASON got so en-
crossed in their jitterbugging that
they both slipped and fell. (My,
was" dey embarrassed). Did
you see the 260-lb. (rather plump
st. Paul woman, who got so happy
after one of the dances that she
playfully pinched and slapped her
b. f., knocking him out cold as a
mackerel. WAS her face red?) ...
Of course, you noticed the young
Minneapolis matron who made a
fool out of herself over one of
Lunceford's handsome vocalists. 1t
was during intermission and she
got up on the platform and went
over to her crush and said, Gee,
you're wonderful. Honestly, I'm
simply wild over you" Twas so
funny to see the expression on her
face when she turned to go off the
platform and realized that her re-
mark had gone right into the loud
speaker and hence the reason for
the sudden squirt of hysterical
laughing and hee-hawing in the
audience. did she wish she could
have sunk through the floor? I'll
say.) Did FLOSSIE WILL
LIAMS ever find her hat she was
looking for? (The last time Sal
saw it, it was adjoining the cocoa
nut of a certain st. Paul Romeo.)
-. Wasn't it funny when that Min
neapolis father and son got their
overcoats mixed up and the papa
said, 81 knew this wasn't my coat
cause it's full of matches, ciga-
rettes and love notes." To this the
son remarked, 81 knew this wasn't