Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-10-29

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lunch h ours
-. On lower
Woodward. q
sign proclaims
unha p PLY:
Mn. PICKERING mo tea, no
coffee, no Postum" But the
supreme case of resignation II
the sign at a lunch room near
the Ex-Cell-O tool plant that
begs pIsintively: waitress
wanted-FuiI time, part time,
or any time!"
The government now comes
forward with a Homes Registra-
ton Office. which lists dwelling
places for war workers and
operates. in New Deal fashion,
under its initials. HRO.
They almost did it that time
change one letter and you
have the true housing situation,
mich is SRO.
TaxIcabs: The cab drivers say
that the 10-hour day I'm factories
has Its effect on them--one man
Mt Willow Run took a cab clear
over to the east side Of Wood
ward avenue. Watching the
meter click didn't bother him
because he had plenty Of money.
But when he arrived at his
destination he couldn't figure
out how 20 pay. He fiddled with
the meter and finally asked the
driver. ~Hey, how do you put
the money I'm this thlng?"
Sam Heller. n dow town
driver. says his best fare OF the
war boom was man who got
- at the Book Cadillac and
stumbled:
'T wansha take me statier
Hotel and I'll tellya howya
Ketthere."
'Tt's right down at the end
of this street" Sam said.
"T'lI telIys howyago," said the
fare, land you 20 that way"
So they went over Grand
River 10 Woodward 10 Grand
Circus Park, from which you
can see the Statler. and Sam
said SO. "Nossir." said the fare,
II won't even look. l don't be-
lieve it,"
4 He insisted on being driven
seven miles out on Woodward.
seven back on John r.. and
ARRIVED at the Book, where he
had started from. See" he
said. pointing down the street.
There's the Statler."
Sam took him there and coll
lected s. for what is normally
.pfinimum-fare run. Never let
cab driver gyp me-" the drunk
Did Sam. ION account of
always tell'm which way - co."
Strictly personal: The young
Ish lady with q red hat and n
thick gray coat sat directly
opposite me on the street car,
falling asleep.
She had her hands tucked up
inside the cuffs, Chinese style,
and maybe she was too warm.
anyway. she kept nodding and
browsing Oft, and almost falling
over sideways. and catching
herself with a start at the last
moment.
Then she would open her eyes.
glance around self-consciously.
10 see IL anybody had noticed,
and then close her eyes again.
Four blocks later she would
almost fall over. and wake up
again.
IL n very embarrassing 20
watch somebody do this, because
you never know whether to grin
at them or pretend that you
didn't notice anything.
!, This went on for about five
miles before il was time to get
of. and / was at the point OF
Toing over and telling the young
lady. The only way TO keep
'rofNc~faffing asleep when you
'cel noddy on a car is to keep
tNour eyes OPEN"
would have done Il, too,
except that every time she
looked at me. she sort of looked
foolish and embarrassed and
dropped her eyes quickly, as
though there was something the
matter with me, instead of
with her.
So I said to myself, the heck
Nth her.
When I got home the first
thing Kitty said was, Hey, guy.
Where did you get the great big
blob of SCOT on the end of your
nose" ~
So that was when I finally
figured out why the lady kept
shutting her eyes. You know