Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-03-07

office for the
war CORE
spondent job
MR. PICKERING and he made
an eloquent plea-only he rea-
lized that, without any doubt at
all, his sales talk was falling a
little bit fiat.
So he drew a keen conclusion.
"Say, has somebody got this
Job sewed up already" or words
to that effect.
Eve are. they admitted, "eon-
sidering somebody"
"Wen. who Is this other fell
lows"
wen tell you." they said.
"His names Ernest Hemingway"
NO. THE man who works
on q garbage wagon and wears
fur coat. That's all I know
about him, hut he's an individu-
alist. obviously.
NO. 3-Mrs. Grantland James,
who wants 10 knit sweaters but
frankly admits that she doesn I
know how 10 knit, except PLAIN
things like scarves
"They keep saying Remember
Pearl Harbor. hut can't find
anybody who will teach me how
TO knit" she says. land there
are about eight others Of us. too.
I've got three books on Knitting
for Defense but l can't figure
10 out from them. and when any
body does start to tell me how
to knit. they tell YOU tn block
something or terms like that,
and don't even explain them.
I'll hiiy my own wool. III even
buy skeins OF wool for other
people 10 knit-but I would like
10 learn TO knit. DO YOU know
any place where they'd take the
time 10 teach me ."
NOS 1 : s. : The four little
moppets. aged ; through Z who
knocked AZ the door Of Countess
RoSanskaS studio this week
while Shirley Packard was sing
ing The Lords Prayer set 10
music
"Nyhat do YOU want, young
sters?"
Eve Just want 10 come In. We
Just want 10 listen to her sing -
Four lttlc-girl fingers pointed
al Shirley Packard the door
swung open and the four urchlnS
troopcd IN. They sat listening
70 the singing lesson and IN re-
turn they sang the songs they
knew White cliffs Of Dover,
and "PlaymatcS %
As politely aS they came they
went away II was the first
time they ever had dared TO
knock al the studio door But
last fall they used 10 scramble
up the fire escape and SIT on the
iron steps listening 10 the only
music. except mechanical music.
that they could find on lower
Woodward avenue. that street
~ moon I a c a q es. Gathering
streets and rsttle-trap hack
alleys.
NO. 8-The professional blood
donor, Who used 10 haunt the
back-street bars. When the
whisky glasses and his pockets
were empty. he'd sell another
SEQ worth OF his blood.
Last time that l heard Of his
being seen. he was pinched,
wan, querulOus skeleton, q side
walk invalid in wheelchair.
His pockets empty, and this time
he, too, as empty.
NO. o-The millionaire who
$50 one Of my friends, a waiter,
SAYS seemed 10 be happieSt for
II minutes one night when he
persuaded a drummer in a band
70 LET him take his place for that
long.
NO. 1O-The girl AT the Lon
don ChophOuSe-a blonde. brittle
beauty-whO surprised every one
one night by telling the boss Ia
his face that she didn't like the
pie he was serving. And sur
prised them even more by bak'
ing a pie herself To prove IL. The
bosS ate H.. admitted that she
WAS right-and he's just finished
eating his third pie.
NO. Il The work-wltheret
woman, whom I've seen some
times al dusk. but usually al
night. who gathers up paper anC
cardboard and hattened dis
carded cartons. and plods along
dragging her bundle of treasure
tied up with a rope. And hei
feet go Slap-slap-Slap, and the
shock OF cardboard and paper
tcrapes along the sidewalk be
mind her. and | wonder where
she goes?
NO. I2-And the man who