Smyrna times., 1942-07-16
The
What Not Shelf

Lille
What Not Shelf
Anyone who volunteers for work
at the Ration Board will become
well versed in such matters as
truck tonnage, horsepower, cylin-
ders, tractors, multiplication tables,
and how many quarts to a basket
of fruit.
This humble volunteer, who does
MT know combine from a lawn
mower, and whose acquaintance
with tractors comes from stories
and picture books, and to whom
horsepower and cylinders might be
Sanskrit and Yogi, has found work
at the Ration Board educational
and inspiring. AS far as figuring
goes, however, we still revert to
the handy method of sneaking both
hands under the table and counting
off the fingers, assuming on the
face an engrossed and bland ex-
preston.
Is it just that we have been I'M
observant, or is there a sudden in
flux here of stout women in tight
Stacks?
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Under ordinary circumstances,
keeping the little Graham twins
straight is bad enough, but here
lately, it is nothing short of mad
dening. When they are together,
as is usual, you can get around it
by saying, Hello, Dwight and Mil
ton. But now, they take turns
coming down town on errands, and
Iif you say Hello, Dwight"-then
it's Milton! And SO it goes.
One night recently, while little
Mimi Poole was visiting her grand
parents, DR.. and Mrs. Ernest Col
Inns, she awakened in the middle of
the night, sobbing wildly. Her
grandmother rushed to her side and
asked her what was wrong. 81
broke my step-ladder!" she walled,
and was inconsolable for almost an
hour.
After wearing and tearing efforts
to understand what she meant, it
finally came out that Mimi had
dreamed that she had broken her
little stepladder, and was mad as
a hat.
Only the promise of two new
stepladders quoted her into sleep
again.
1t seems that Wawa Edmondson
really suffered during the blackout
Tuesday night. He was one of the
casualties at the Wilson Cabinet
building, having suffered head
injury and broken Leg" When
the first-aid crew arrived, they
doused his head with real mercure-
crome, and prisoned him tightly in
a splint. Then, to add insult to in
jury, they shuffled him into Wells
FAIRIES funeral wagon and carted
him off-under considerable pro-
test. Wawa vowed he would ride
in that wagon only once more and
then because it would be the last
time he would ride in anything
And speaking of the blackout-
the flare of one match could kill us
all, during the real thing" Yet
we watched not less than ten
matches being struck in the dark
along Main Street.
There must be a jinx on West
Commerce Street, what with all the
boy-children in that neighborhood
brand new and otherwise. What
with the very recent sons of the
Freddy Williams's and the Bob
Burrage's added to the ones al
ready there, plus our two Boys,
three weeks old, sons of our
"Stinkpuss" ("Buttons," if you have
to be formaD-that corner will be
a bowling neighborhood.
And to think of what a trick
Fate played on us. We are vio-
lently partial to girl infants. We
were in Snaps with Maggie Collins
Poole when Shap told us that Fred
dy Williams was proud pappy.
Girl or boy?" we asked with
bated breath. Shap said boy, and
Maggie told us later that she won
dered why our face fell with such
a sickening thud.
And dollars to doughnuts we will
be the first to spoil these boy-bab-