The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1941-02-04
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By IL. STEVENSON

Cat Tale: A gentleman who de-
tests cats paid an overnight visit TO
friends who have a large cat as a
pet All during the evening, the
man eyed the cat and the cat eyed
the man. With true feline wisdom.
the cat evidently sensed dislike and
kept as far away from the visitor as
possible which. Of course. was quite
satisfactory. The guest was also
quite well pleased that when he
went to bed the cat was nowhere
in sight. Having made himself ready
for the pillow. following custom, he
Amounted his head with a sweet
smelling preparation that keeps the
hair in place, and lay down to pleas
ant dreams. Hardly had he passed
out than he was awakened and there
was the cat up on the bed licking
his hair. Needless to say there was
immediate election. But as soon as
he was again asleep. the cat came
back. And so it went the entire
night. Therefore, should he make
another visit he either will omit hair
oil or see 70 it that the cat Is put out
before he retires. Or still better, he
can learn to love cats. stop using
hair oil and lock the door at night
New Start at 73: There was an
auction Of antique vases, mosaic Ia
bles. a French marble and bronze
clock, a wonderful old Italian side
board and other objects Of beauty
and value. There are many such
auctions in New York. But this one
happened to be personal possessions
Of Alice Foote MacDougall. You
have heard Of her. A dozen years
ago her success story was a saga OF
America. Starting with little cof-
fee shop in a railroad terminal, she
built her business into a restaurant
chain with receipts Of almost a mil
lion and half dollars year. She
wrote books and delivered lectures.
She imported china and coffee and
those side lines brought In another
half million. One Of the leases she
signed called for million dollars.
Slight and not FIVE feet tall, at 70.
with the proceeds Of her treasures
she's looking about to make a new
start.
New Workers.: At little gather
ing in the Artists and Writers club
the other evening after THE Corn
Is Green" the conversation veered
around to birthplaces. Miss Mary
Brooks, who had reached New York
via San Francisco, was born in Kan
sas City; Mrs. Richard Crandall, in
Montana; Alvin Goldstein, New
York correspondent of the st. Louis
Post-Dispatch, in Tennessee, and
Mrs. Goldstein in st. Louis; Mays
birthplace was Michigan and mine
Ohio. Then Joseph Evans. Sunday
editor of the Herald Tribune, an
nounced that he was born in China.
That would have been a climax ex-
cept for one thing. In the party was
a real New Yorker. Dick Crandall,
picture editor Of the Herald Trib-
une. who was born on Ninety-sixth
street.
Revival: Certain stories, told as
truth, but which never can be traced
to source-the dead man in the SUBJ
way, the little old woman who dis
appeared are well-known' examples
periodically bob up in New York.
The latest to make its reappear-
ance is the woman who bought the
39-cent string Of pearls in depart
ment store basement. When she got
home, she found the catch broken
and took it TO her own jeweler for
repairs. He informed her the pearls
we're worth at least $50, 900. When
she had recovered sufficiently. she
took them back to the store. The
clerks thought she was crazy but
eventually she reached the store
head. From him. she learned that
the pearls were worth much more
than 10000. Evidently his wife had
dropped them in the basement and
a clerk had put them on the counter.
The woman received a heavy re-
ward. That's the gist Of the yarn
but good story-teller can 60 on for
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