Evening star., 1942-09-28

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E#sSSs1( q There was
one. however.
he"'' ''s'e'''e which deserves
an answer Not only was the writer
mild in his castigation of me--he
let me alone after linking me with
a brother-in-l of the missing
link-but he also suggested that If
were so darned smart perhaps I
could suggest another use for the
room down in the basement.
Okay, if it's constructive criticism
my man wants, that's what he will
get.
Take our rumpus room, for ex-
ample.
We nave changed it into trophy
room. .-.
Day Dy day, whenever we are able.
We are adding to It's collection Of
items which are fast disappearing
IIbIl llIt scene.
A few days ago we hung a genu-
Inc boneless, skinless, packedsin-
olive-oil, imported sardine above the
fireplace. Let others hang tsrpon
and little-mouth bass and sailfish
there if they want to. I maintain
that such fish will be with us long
after many of us have forgotten
what a Norwegian sardine looks
like.
Try to Buy One.
If you don't think so. why just
try to buy a sardine in the stores.
The one We got Is mounted on a
simple, pine plaque. with half
slice of lemon in the right corner.
a spray of parsley in the left and
a crescent of Bermuda onion Just
beneath it. Even now it brings
gasps of appreciation and hunger
from visitors to the room.
On the wall to the left as you
enter, where we used to have a
moose head, we now have hand
some can of baked beans. Osa
Johnson and Frank Buck never
pursued the wild animal in the
African jungle with more intensity
than we did this can of baked
beans. We must have made Is
safaris before we bagged this can
of beans, hidden deep on the shelf
of a delicatessen dealer in Staten
Island. For weeks We tried to get
can of beans from nearby mer-
chants, only to be turned away
with a shrug of the shoulders and
Sorry, but there won't be any more
Of those around for a long time"
Until a month ago the right side
of the room was dominated by
stuffed dogs head. That's Come
down now, and in its place is can
of dog food. You should hear the
cries of delight that greet. this dis
play whenever dog owners. enter the
room. They all but swoon at that
reminder of the days when Fido.
Rex, Beauty, Spot and Queen could
be fed by the simple twist of can
opener.
We are slowly filling a glass
topped display case in the center
of the room. In 1t now we have a
striking display of sugar-cube,
granulated, powdered, brown and
plain lump. We have set aside a
place in this case for the last pork
chop that we are able to buy, also
room for sirloin steak and leg
of lamb.
Automobile Relics.
Sharing equal honors on the left
Cor north) wall is fragment of
white-wall tire and pure wool
lap robe This is the beginning of
what we hope. will eventually be a.
representative collection of automo-
bilia.
. We have our eyes on spark plug,
a differential, spot light and a
radiator, but have no real hope OF
getting them until the price comes
down, OF course, what we would
like to have most of all would be
a steering wheel and a gear shift
lever, but dear, oh, dear, the prices
the antique dealers are asking for
them today! We bickered and
bickered with dealer the other
day, but he simply would not let
us have a Ford steering wheel for
an amount within our means; said
the Metropolitan had offered him
a fantastic sum and that he planned
to accept it. We had to leave his
store with hot-water bottle-and
did he rob Us for 1t!
If you would like to see our trophy
room, with the idea of starting one
OF your own, feel free to call us
collect and ask for an appoint
ment. There is always some one
home; because we take great pride
in our home.
AS I was saying only the other
day to the good folk who share it
with me: A mans home is his
castle.
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