Evening star., 1941-05-13
The Coming
| Tower
High Tide.

OWSl
High Tide.
I sat on the beach with the water
out,
Sat by myself but for wind and
gull;
But after the tide had turned about
I saw the sails, and the masts, and
hull
OF a shadowy ship; and the whols
beach stirred
With voices Of neither wave nor bird.
Wives and sweethearts with kerr
chiefed heads
Crossed the sands, and at fun
tide came
To greet their men, and o woman
said
A prayer of thanks as she spoke
his name.
Then nothing was there but the
spindrift blown,
And wind and gull and me alone.
MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS
X n Il II
Whether N. B. C. and c. B. s. are
going to follow Mutual's decision to
put back the million or so songs that
have been off the air 50 many
months we don't know, but our guess
IS yes. They might all sing song
that was in Wang: "A. S. C. A. P.
of the Man in the Moon"
4 X y y
Speaking of songs, Mr.. John H.
McGough, the sweet singer of Provi-
dence, singing Maggie Murphy's
Home" can't help warbling it,
There a Franchot In the parlor,
just to give the house a Tone"
Anti-Aircraft CoupIet.
At 4 am. wish you'd hush,
You monotonously singing thrushl
1t seems to us that the first
columnist to win the Pulitzer prize
has philosophy of seeing Conmu-
nism in stones, Communism in the
running brooks, and Communism in
everything.
you might try preserved ginger
on your breakfast toast" suggests
Jane Holt in the New York Times.
Catsup on ice cream isn't bad, either.
Practical Warfare.
OK, so conveys mean shooting
and shooting means war and that's
out. If only Moses of blessed accom-
plishmentS were here to solve this
problem by neatly folding back the
heaving Atlantic and letting us
| through with our shiny new bomb
ing planes, our slick new fighters and
my last package of food from Macy's
| (adv) we needn't worry. But
Moses, refusing to come back for
any more headaches, and miracles
like common stocks having practl-
cally disappeared, it devolves upon
us, the simple and common people,
| to think a way out.
First, what would the Germans do
if they were we, and wanted to send
things to England? Obviously, the
Germans would give the Atlantic
good swift kick and it would run
whimpering up to the North Pole to
hide under a cake of ice. The ele-
ments not fearing Americans (who
does?) as they do Germans, we have
got to use guile, deep, sinister, guile,
to put things across. How, how,
how to distract the attention of Ger
man bombers and submarines from
our shipments. What fascinates,
what delights Germans apart from
! Nla
able indulgence? Have they not
dim and misty dreams, longings?
There must be something silly and
weak somwhere in these grim and
ruthless monsters. Well-they like
to sing, they love TO weep, they like
to eat sausages and whipped cream,
and drink tankards of dark sweet
beer. And they adore billowy fat
blond ladies with shapeless figures
and no makeup. Il know it is all
rather sickening, but so are Ger
mans)
With this list of bait, let US do a
little tempting. My idea, take it
or leave it, is this: Let US get hold
of some of those hussies of the sea,
the night boats of the Hudson River
Line. Let us paint them a cherubic
pink. Let us feStoon them with
SausaSeS, hang them with greens
Germans love Wreaths) and Japa-
nese lanterns, attach loud speakers
roaring out German music, and last
and who shall say least-appoint
Miss Mae West to select the doughty
Joan Of Arms willing to sacrifice
themselves pro patria. Mark my
wards, the German bombers and
subs will, by the same sixth sense
directing turkey buzzards to carrion,
so dot the sea and skies around
these floating dens Of iniquity that
all the products OF the house of
Douglas, Curtiss, Ford and General
Motors will reach Britain safely.
And we shall dwell in the house Of
the Lord forever. 3. ROSS.
The Detroit team lost four games
out Of four after Hanks departure.
The Tigers are now reading How
Greenberg Was Our Valley"
THE FLIRT
(After James Aldrich)
Her flirting ended with the day,
Yet smiled she at its close,
And passed the long, long night
away
Mending the runs in hose.
But when the sun in high estate
Illumed the eastern skies
She passed along the garden gate
And vamped some other guys.
THOMAS VAUGHAN.
you see that man." fellow
passenger pointed yesterday morn
ing. He is not a member of any
committee Of an organization that
contains the word America"
Sincerity is often a good thing,
but 1t is not enough in itself. The
Esposito murderers sincerely hated
the police.