Smyrna times. [volume] (Smyrna, Del.) 1854-1987, 1942-03-05
BY L. STEVENSON

Street Scene: A sign painter,
working carefully with precious
gold leaf, lettering window A
little girl, sitting on nearby stoop,
playing with a battered old doll :.
A group of school youngsters saun-
tering along, their arms loaded with
books, chattering about happenings
in the classroom A vegetable
dealer carefully turning tomatoes
until green parts didn't show A
locksmith busily turning out a key
in his little open-front shop while
a customer waits impatiently :.
Two young men idling on the cor
ner, discussing the Yankees 1941
pennant chances The sign
painter finishes his work In
stead of putting his tools away, he
takes the doll from the little girl
{. After a few deft brush strokes,
he hands it back with smile :.
and the little girl cries with delight
;. seemingly by a miracle, her
doll has golden hair.
Motor City Note: One of this de-
partment's Detroit scouts reports
that the recent primary logged her
memory in regard to an election in
cident. A Woodstock avenue resi-
dent was SO interested in the cleo
ton that he remained away night
after night working for his favorite
candidate. Finally the votes were
counted and the next night, instead
of going out he settled down in an
easy chair. His six-year-old daugh-
ter stared at him in amazement for
little while, then asked him if he
intended to stay at home.
eyes, Carol" replied the father.
"All evening, daddy"
Eyes"
WELL" remarked the child grave
ly, thank God for that"
Merry-G0-R0und: Staying away
from B'way for another paragraph,
here is Washington happening as
reported by Bill: AS he was on his
way to the office the other morning,
a messenger boy came up and asked
him how to get to a certain address.
Bill had just started to give direc-
tons when an out-of-town car
stopped and the driver asked the
lad how to get to another address.
Without hesitation, the boy told him
and then turned to Bill for the rest
Of his instructions. And the Incl
dent, Bill maintains, still gives him
sort Of whirling sensation.
World War Yarn: They were talk
ing about the last war. Two Amer
lean officers who had had tough
time at the front were relaxing in
French village where they were
billeted in one Of the few two-story
houses. Lieutenant x had a dinner
engagement which turned out to be
quite a party. When he finally de-
cided it was bedtime, the stairway
rocked and slid under his feet so
that his progress was a series of
falls and partial recoveries. He
finally made the room in which he
and Captain z had cots and, shaking
the captain wide awake, managed to
make him understand that friend
of theirs was falling upstairs and
needed help. The captain investi-
gated but found nobody. The situa-
ton began to clear up in the morn
ing when the lieutenant was nursing
his scraped and discolored shins.
''You were negligent in not COM
pleting your report" the captain
said. A lieutenant had been fall
ing upstairs but he had the right
spirit and finished the job. Here's
some arnica."
End Piece: Harvard boys recent
ly got newspaper space again by
nominating the girl with whom they
would not like to be stranded on a
desert isle. What several Yale
friends of this department would like
to know is what gal, in her right
senses, would want to be stranded
on a desert isle with Hah-vahd
man.
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