Evening star., 1942-11-24

derbies and speaking garbled
French-Canadian. That sort Of q
post would scarcely be successful
now. Few Of us have fur caps in
our wardrobes, and few Of US were
fortunate enough to attend schools
that offered garbled French Cana
dian courses. Furthermore, how
many of us If caught out in night
that was so below would have what
it takes to get indoors, even on our
hands and knees?
The trading posts have In mind
are trading posts that would be for
the handling Of ration cards They
would be centers where people could
60 and swap the little coupons
with their fellow citizens. For in
stance, I like coffee and you are q
sugar fiend. So we would meet at
the trading post and get together
through the medium Of . ration
hostess, who, like all other official
hostesses have ever met. would be
plump. wear dress with lots Of
lace, and arrange bridge and bingo
games on the side when business
was dull.
We'd both go away happy. I
could drink all the black coffee that
both our coupons allowed Us, and
you could go on sugar binge. The
Government would be none the
worse of, because each Of us would
have used only our proper allotment
OF coffee and sugar. The Govern
ment hasn't yet reached the point
where 1t cares whose stomach gets
| what.
The trading post will be even
more necessary when meat and but
ter and cheese and all the other
things that are needed for the Army
are put on the ration list. I am
already on the lookout for a man.
woman or child who doesn't like
butter.
To me, butter is far and away the
best part Of the COW. You can have
the sirloins that come from a cows
sirloin department. or the rump
steaks from the rumpus room. Just
let me have the butter.
All my life I have heard of people
who, as children, unwisely ate q
pound Of butter at one standing Cor
sitting) and haven't been able to
touch the stuff since. am looking
for a grown-up version of one Of
those little cusses who stole q pound
OF the table when mamma wasn't
looking. When butter rationing be.
gins he will not only be my meat
he can have my meat.
When the rationing OF clothes be.
gins, and that day probably isn't too
far of, the trading post will become
the most popular spot in town, par
ticularly with the ladies.
Take some one like Mrs. Harrison
Williams, who for years has been
ranked as one of the worlds best
dressed women. You know good and
well that Mrs. Williams, rather than
lose her high ranking, would swap
her cheese, sugar, coffee and butter
coupons for beautifully cut Mother
Hubbard by Molyneux or a eay.
daring boudoir cap by John Fred.
erick.
What is true OF Mrs. williams Is
true Of the men who pride them
selves on their clothes. At the trad.
ing post they will be able to get q
set Of matching pearl spats for five
pats Of butter, or q pleated-bosom
dress shirt for a pound or two Of
sugar.
This will be very good for civilian
morale. 1t will enable us to live
about as we please. Those Of YOU
who are content to sit at home look
ing like animated rag bags, just so
your stomachs are purring with con-
tentment. can do Just that, and
those who like to strut along the
boulevards. playing the swell, even
though hunger is gnawing at their
innards, can have their pleasure,
too.
The trading posts are certain to
foster friendship and romance. It
would be an unromantic boy, indeed.
who, Is he spread his bread with
some lovely bonds butter, and knew
that she was wrapping her fair neck
IN a scarf he had swapped her for
the butter, did not have a flutter of
the heart.
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