Smyrna times. [volume] (Smyrna, Del.) 1854-1987, 1942-05-14
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1t seems that a certain Clayton
man, ready to jump into the bath
tub, discovered there was no soap
and upon some believing to his
wife, was told there was some soap
in the kitchen which he could use
The man made the round trip to
the kitchen and back with a record
that would make any track star
look silly. He jumped into the tub
with the soap he had grabbed, and
began his bath.
The soap was fine. 1t foamed and
billowed about him like bubble
bath. So he called to his wife, and
remarked that the new red soap
she had bought was dandy.
WHEY hadn't bought any new
soap-let alone red-so she investi-
gated.
Hubby had bathed in Brillo-
used by housewives for securing
pots and pans!
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Mail from the 198th, stationed
somewhere in the Pacific" was re.
ceived here last week-and in theil
letters, the local soldier boys re.
ported that the first mail they ha6
received since they arrived came
about Easter. The boys reported
themselves to be we'll and happy
and anxious for news from home
Buckeye" Rowland, who is with
this outfit, said he got five copies
of the Smyrna Times in his mail
and that he read all of them from
cover to cover several times.
Imagine-the Smyrna Times or
an island in the Pacific!
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On the Norfolk train from Clay
ton to Philly last week, group OF
sailors and soldiers happened to be
in our car. One had portable
radio, and it was interesting tc
note that these boys sat quietly fol
an hour, listening to Brahms an6
Tchaichowski and Beethoven. They
didn't talk or joke or laugh or read
They listened with evident plea.
sure.
After the symphonic program
was over, jazz band came on the
air. 1t was then that the boys
started to talk among themselves
and read!
The woman across the isle from
us on the train was telling hel
companion a story about group
of hilarious young people who were
waiting in the Philadelphia station
for train.
1t seemed to this woman that
they celebrated their departure
heavily -and were very gay. At
ter the train pulled into the station
there was much shuffling back and
forth and in and out, until finally
as the train started to pull out
they executed a wild plunge-ano
all made it but one young man
who stared after them sorrowfully
100 bad you got left, son." the
woman consoled.
Don't feel sorry for me, lady,
the boy asid, "they were seeing me
off,"
New York City, particularly
Broadway, just doesn't look natur-
al now, with the dim-out in effect
Movie lights and signboards are
dark, and the stores and shop win
dows dim. The Great White Way
has about as much brilliance now
as Main Street in Smyrna! Well
almost.
We were walking down one Of
those facinating little side streets
in New York, where windows are
filled with treasures of interest
theatrical costumes, old cartoons
modern art, rare books when WE
saw a group of men huddled around
a circle on the sidewalk.
AS we drew closer, we distinctly
heard baby talk!
So by applying the shoulder and
well placed elbow, we reached the
inner circle. There, in the arms OF
the biggest, toughest bruisers you
ever saw, were five tiny Boston
bulldog puppies, about three weeks
old!
And in the middle of New
York sidewalk, bunch of big
TOUCHES were drouling with baby
talk!