Smyrna times., 1942-08-27
The
What Not Shelf

What Not Shelf
People now seem to have a new
timetable new set point from
which they judge all happenings in
the past.
In conversation with friend
the other day, a statement was
made about some activity in the
past.
But" explained our friend, "that
was B. G.. r."
"B. G. R?" we puzzled.
Eyes. Before Gas Rationing."
A swarm of friends from Will
mington descended on us Sunday,
well equipped with bathing suits,
fried chicken, movie camera, and
joie de vivre. Old Home Week, no
less! They invaded Lake Como
Beach with the skill of Commands.
They swan in the water, they stood
on their heads in the sand, they
laughed and sang and frolicked.
We crouched on a towel behind
dark glasses, wondering if we were
recognized in bathing suit wish
full thinking!) and offering silent
prayers that we should be taken
for one of the foreigners"
Then it happened.
Someone noticed the swings and
see-saws in the background. There
was general exodus. The Marines
couldn't have done better! We sat
there quietly, regarding our friends
in perilous, dizzy, impossible alti-
tudes and positions, contemplating
indulgently that here were our old
and dear and cherished friends.
Also, wondering why, in the
shades of all the saints, we hadn't
suggested Midnight Dip!
Tomorrow night the Girl and Boy
Scout Troops have their formal
dance. Remembering the clomping
and whooping that accompanied the
informal dance last month, we are
more than gratified to know that
we shall not be spending the even
ing at home, where proximity to
the Club House would be nerve
wracking!
The kids have gotten lot of fun
out Of this dancing course, and we
want to express our full endorse
ment of this method of entertain
ment and instruction. We also
think that these dances should be
continued throughout the autumn
and winter months. Particularly in
these uncertain times, it is a won
derful thing for the young people
here to have something to look for
ward to--and these dances seem to
be very popular, if enthusiasm is
any yardstick.
If we weren't going to chaperone
the local gals at the Soldiers Dance
in Dover that night, we would be
on hand to see the kids n their long
dresses and Sunday Suits. We
should particularly like to be there
to torment Red Head CARTS, our
Press Night helper. We have just
discovered the identity of his "girl"
the one he signs and means about
every Wednesday night in the press
room. We should like to cast the
glad-eye at him as he danced by.
Run, run, Smyrna gals, the sky
is falling in! With 200 women sud-
denly transplanted here, you won't
have chance! After depicting the
store of young men by means of
the Draft Board-then they bring
sAH o. sII!S Ieuo!l!ppB 10 GmIe ue
here! It amt fair! Pretty soon,
this town will look like a game of
'Old Maids"
Emma Lapham came into town a
little wild-eyed on Monday. She
had just had, she informed us, "a
trying time" She had been SUBJ
jected to an intense nervous strain
one that left her quite Slapped of
energy and weak in her innards.
All this time, we were conjuring
up in our minds eye all sorts of
grim occurrences that could betake
this sweet little lady out on her
farm. We pictured flocks of chick
ems, their dead bodies strewn about
in heaps, stricken by some rare dis
ease. We pictured young calves
being tortured. We saw crops lay
ing waste in Emma's fields. We
pictured bandits, their faces swath-
ed in black cloth, forcing poor EN-
ma, at the point of a gun, off her
farm. This was getting awful
What" we asked, swallowing
hard, "happened?"
Il had guests" Emma replied.
emoq meql lq5noIq lsnr l.,
Bell, Eddie Porter, and Reds"
Everett
The young men, it seemed, had
found some way out to Emma's
farm, where George and Eddie Of
ten visit separately. The three of
them together, plus 'Dopey," EN-