The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, 1944-12-07

ers His articles serve tne goou purpose
of making people Think
Nv WEsTBROOK PEGLER
downright, 1914, by King Features Syndicate)
NEW YORK. - would like to tell you
about dream I had
# seems that Katherine Brush decided &c
90. into the industrial war effort in big way
and so she was up there in the cab OF this
locomotive wearing goggles and a cap with
a long bill and we went tearing around curves
and 7urlping switches and the cars slowed so
tine p,ates went sailing off the tables in the
diner and I kept thinking of that smashup on
the Dewey trip out west, so l SAID, kay, take
If easy. or you'll have us in the ditch.
I forget the details after that but, anyway.
got SO excited and scared it woke me up
a, 4 this Just makes me wonder about those
beautiful dreams that the poets and song-Wri-
tiers tell us Of because, actually, my dreams
are not very pleasant, ever, and don't want
to get into psychoanalysis, but what about
yours?
never dreamt that dwelt in marble halls
and ooubt that the idea would pleasure me
much, anyway, because those Ola marble pal
aces had no steam heat and the floors were
ccld and the fire places certainly weren't
sufficient to take the chill off and finally,
those rooms are too big. marble hall, such
as they have in palaces, is as big as tennis
court end a couple of stories high, and
noticed in London and Madrid that the King
and Queen, when they were alone of their own
time, why they holed up in comparatively
snail personal living quarters where he could
slap around in old slippers and reach inside
his shirt to scratch and the old lady could
work cross word puzzle or put her feet
up and call up friends on the phone.
There used to be a song about a fellow
who dreamed of old Erin but 1 am more
likely to dream about Elkhart, Ind, and, at
that. what is this about old Erin? What is
so rapturous about a dream of old Erin unless
you can pick your spot because, otherwise. you
are likely to be in a gloomy hotel a rainy,
foggy day, and completely surrounded by
strangers and keep your mouth shut lest you
touch eff the old argument about perfidious
Albion and Sim Fem and Irish neutrality, so
you sit off in dismal corner and take on
load of Irish whiskey and finally drag the
weary frame off to cold bed feeling pretty
bac and expecting to be much worse in the
morning.
Maybe l shouldn't recall this but the worst
play ever saw was called Dreams for Sale
and the star of the show was Miss Helen Ga
hagan, Mrs. Roosevelt's pal, whom they used
for glamorous effect at the democratic con-
vention to stand off the Republicans Clare
Luce and, finally elected to Congress. know
Miss Gahagan wasn't to blame for the play
but it was terrible turkey and as I recall,
efter cyclone in the woods had blown away
tie trees and log cabin and, with rain splat-
tering down from the sprinkling system all
over the stage, Miss Gahagan stood there,
soaking wet and yelling" Dreams for Sale
Dreams for sale"'
There was nothing very happifying about the
show and I would chance a guess that if
Miss Gahagan ever dreams at all about her.
debut as a Broadway dramatic star, she gets
70 reminiscent rapture out of it but wakes
up with the horrors.
And what about this fellow who dreamed of
JEANNE with the light brown hair? What about
her? He dreamed about her. that's ALL She
was his girl, apparently so he thought she
was pretty nice but somebody alse might have
different ideas and just as soon dream about
a good bird dog OF catching a nice trout or
finding money.
l have dreamed about finding money but it
is always just nothing but a lot of hard money,
like nickels, dimes and quarters and, after
picking up coins, one by one, out of the
muddy ground for an hour or Sc, the total
is around So. 65, which is not much more than
straight pay fof an odd job of one hour,
and anyway then you wake up and you
haven't got even that.
l am more likely to dream that am falling
off some high place but the most persistent
repeater in my repertoire of dreams is the
one where am out in public without my pants
and meeting people I know, especially girl
friends, and trying to conceal the fact that II
haven't got any pants on by such pathetic
ard futile devices as pulling down my shirt
tails or standing behind other people. 1t is
not pleasant dream at all, and, although
might conjure some very pretty ladies fo-
walk on parts in these episodes, I must
say it is no pleasure to encounter them in
these circumstances, so these reveries not
to be classified as blissful.
was discussing this with cute little war
bride who dreams lot and she said, yes, she
dreamed often of her young husband, naval
officer, but usually that he was taking some
other girl out to dinner a party while she
stayed home. eating her heart out.
Al, l say is that the poetic concept of dreams
is bv no means standard and, in my judg-
ment ana certainly in my experience, excep-'I
tional, whereas the normal thing is hair
raiser like the one about Kay Brush, who is
nine Of the ten worst drivers l ever knew,
anyway, playing crack the whip with that train.
One of the poets wrote land oft when on
my couch lie, in vacant or in pensive mood, |
they flash upon that inward eye which is the
bliss Of solitude"
But that is different matter. That is day.
dreaming which is personally conducted and
controlled Imagination, permitting the client to
roll his own, so to speak. But in sleep-dream-
ing you take what you get such as falling off
high places or being out without your pants
They tell us of rich fellow who went to
Bulgarian dream reader to find out what
was Troubling him and advised to become
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