The Wilmington morning star., 1940-10-31
WASHINGTON
DAYBOOK
BY JACK STYNNETT

Vine NaIOudl 'fOuCe aC6oemy, 'SpOu.
sored by the federal bureau of investiga-
ton, gives a 12-week course of intensive
instruction in modern police methods to a
group of 40 men three times a year.
There is no tuition fee, but travelling and
living expenses of students must be paid
by some one other than the government.)
He was a heavy-set, durnpy deputy sheriff
from the Sagebrush country. He was terribly
overweight and while it was expected that
the NPA's daily hour of physical training
would reduce his weight, in the ensuing weeks
he became almost skinny.
His actions were called strange. Although
he never missed a class, he never went to
luncheon with his classmates and immediate
ly the afternoon sessions were out he would
hurry off by himself. The other members of
the class dubbed him 'the lone wolf''-made
jokes about him, snickered behind his back.
Finally, the course was over and, on grad
uation day." the Lone Wolf came into the
office of the assistant director. He said:
There's something been worrying me. 1 know
the fellows don't like me. They think I'm a
queer guy, I guess. That's all right. I don't
blame them. But I did feel kinda like some
explanation was due you.
frightened BELT
1.-THE truth / is I had to mortgage my home to
get enough money to pay my expenses here.
I had to leave my family and some other
RELATIVES IN klnda taxing care OF back home.
It's been a little tough.
when I got my budget all figured out. I
found I just had IS cents a day to buy meals
while I was here. I didn't mind that for my.
self. Shucks, I had coffee and doughnuts for
breakfast, soup for lunch, and I managed to
get along for supper But I couldn't stand for
those other fellows to see me eating like that
and l couldn't tell 'em where I was going for
my meals.
II guess IT'S what VIII co11 fo1ca mid, DIT
that's the way it was, anyway. And I just fig
ured I ought to tell you that I'm not really
a strange guy and if I had it to do over
again, ia do it the same way because that's
about the only way l could have got what
the academy has to offer"
PINNING EN- DowN
There isn't a sorority girl in the coun-
try who doesn't know the ceremony of
putting the pin outside" 1t comes, gen.
orally at the close of the year, most often
the senior year, when a girl who has
been secretly wearing a fraternity pin
outside" 1t comes, generally at the close
OF the year, most often the senior year,
when a girl who has been secretly wear
Ing a fraternity pin under her blouse, puts
1t outside over her heart and lets the world
know she is engaged to so-and-so. Here's
the Washington version.)
A young woman government worker we
know is an ardent Willkie-ite. At a friends
house she was given a very pretty Willkie
button. She remembered that the Hatch act
forbade her wearing it during working hours,
SO she penned it under her lapel. That evening,
She pulled her collar up around her throat,
1t wasn't until she got home that her attention
was called to the fact that she had been bra
zenlng it out for an hour with this ~tell-tale
headlight most prominently displayed.
QUESTION OF STRATEGY
The next morning, she pinned the button
inside her coat and then forgot, throwing the
garment over the back of her chair in the
department cafeteria at lunch time. The but.
ton stood out like a lantern on a star]ess
night. Co-workers snickered. Junior executives
scowled. Finally her best friend told her.
The young lady hasn't given up. She now
wears the button pinned under her dress the
old college custom). But" she says, Il lust
know that some day I'm going to forget and
wear a peekaboo shirtwaist and then I WILL
be out of a job" 4