St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1941-05-30
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By Hobart T. Mitchell
GIT HIP TO THE TIP

In the light OF the excellent JOB
being done by the radio, our night
schools, our newspapers, the ex-
istence of any state of ignorance,
especially in the northern states, is
unexplainable. The average man,
in reason with his financial status,
should initiate the best in the way
of his dress-a plain business suit,
his manner-that of a gentleman,
his speech-that of scholar, his
bearing-that of a soldier. If he
does otherwise he becomes con-
spicuous and being conspicuous is
like wearing a red suit, it sticks
out like sore thumb.
The creed of the wise guy is:
"Git hip to the tip. Everybody can
read and write these days and
there is no excuse going through
the world spelling. If you don't
know where you are going stop
by and ask somebody and let them
put you hip. This is just a tip"
To illustrate to you precisely just
what we mean we shall give you
an actual happening. We wanted
to put them hip but we thought
it better to skip the tip because
we might get tip on the lip.
We were riding on the back plat
form of street car not so very
long ago, smoking our cigarette
and reading our newspaper when
who should get aboard the car but
two wide-mouthed, loud-dressed,
noisy-talking individuals. No sooner
had they paid their fare-one of
them was several moments finding
a token among a handful Of loose
change-than each produced a sack
of peanuts Chose kind with the
shell on) and peanut-eating con-
test took place.
The shells from the peanuts
were deliberately thrown on the
floor of the car-not in one corner
but scattered as you would scatter
your grass seed on a small patch
of ground to get the best possible
results.
When it came to the eating of
the peanuts they were not placed
gracefully into the mouth accord
ing to the rules of etiquette writ
ten by Emily Post but they were
thrown in by a circular movement
of the arm in about the same man.
ner in which one would throw a
shovel of coal into a furnace. We
hesitate to say, but we must speak
truthfully, that the opening the
coal would go in and the opening
the peanuts were thrown in were,
from eye measurements, about the
same size.
All the time this peanut-eating
contest was taking place-a con-
test in which no prizes were to be
given-a barrage of conversation
was being laid down for the bene-
fit of others including ourselves.
We were visibly intent on reading
our paper but with our ears we'll
cooked. There was no begging in
this case as Mark Anthony had to
beg the attention of others when
he said, Friends, Romans, Coun-
trymen, lend me your ears" We
and others were all ears in this
"Molasses and January" comedy.
From their Give" we CLEANED
that they had been bowling because
one Of them said he had been in
an alley and was throwing, he did
not say what but we surmised it
was a bowling ball.
AS they proceeded to talk about
this alley game they seemed to get
more and more excited and as if
giving a startling climax to their
act the taller one of this "vaud-
Whistle team" shouted, "Boy I
throwed seven-I let Ter ride. On
the second throw it comes up leven.
Den I pyramid it. Don't you know
on that third lick l throwed the
biggest mess of twelves you ever
saw"
(HOld your bosses, gentle read
er's, I've seen whites, blacks,
browns. reds and voIIow act inst as