The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1944-07-26
Observations
War Puts Accent
on Shy, Honey
Type of Woman
BY Helen Essary


20 has been enlarged by one per.
soma man. The fellows a dele.
gate to the convention.
Yes, by Andrew Jackson's shiny
brass spittoon, he is A DELE.
GATE.
The other 7c9,433 and two.thirds
people here were vice presidential
candidates. II is a sort OF joke
on somebody-maybe Throttlebot-
tom OF "Of Thee l Sing"-but it
does look as If the vice presidency
had come into its own. at last,
by way OF a fourth term.
This reminds me that l haven't
heard Mr.. Roosevelt mentioned ex-
cept indirectly.
But those vice presidential as
pirants. They were popping out
at you from behind potted palms.
from under the olive in the Martini
glass. They were always in the
middle Of the -poached egg in the
corned beef hash, and behind the
lemon that travels with the Lake
Michigan whitehsh.
They were an adhesive lot those
boys. They patted you on the back
and paid you compliments about
your four.year-old hat. They
wanted 10 know how all the folks
were back home. They said that
was a swell piece you wrote three
weeks ago last Tuesday. They
poured smooth, half hidden criti-
cisms Of other vice presidential
candidates into casual remarks
about the weather
The best V. P. story happens to
be a true one. A certain Washing.
ton correspondent who continues
70 believe in Santa Claus came
rushing off the sleeper and ran
into southern senator who at the
moment was but southern sena.
tor 10 him and nothing more. Said
the S. s.: II think, my boy, that
you ought TO know the President
is cooling of a little on Henry
Wallace. There's a dark horse in
the race now. No, my boy, I'm
not at liberty TO tell you no,
stree, I'm not the kind OF fellow
10 betray a secret. But I'll tell
you this much, he's in the Senate
and he's going TO win by many a
furlong. Well, good bye. my boy,
good 10 see you. Give my best 10
that beautiful wife OF yours. By
the way, the chief is strong for
this fellow"
The Washington correspondent
being new TO the Democratic con-
vention mood OF 1914, went gallop-
ing through the better smoke.flled
rooms, he buttonholed everybody
he met except one bus boy who was
busy carrying out a tray Of dirty
dishes. He asked a thousand ques-
lions. Nobody could tell him who
the sure and certain dark horse
was.
About midnight, not having yet
been able TO find the missing can
didate's identity, he called his
mornings friend, the southern SELL
ator.
Say, senator" he said, I'm ter.
ribly sorry TO bother you this late
but / swear /, can't find out the
name OF that dark horse you were.
telling me about. Couldn't you
give me just one little tip on this
sure-hre vice presidential candi-
date?'
Well, my boy" replied the sena-
tor as chirpy as a Gawga cricket.
Il really don't want TO say. But I
like 10 help you newspaper boys
whenever | can The fellow I was
about is-er-well, to be
man is none other than
me-"
II made me a little sad 10 see
Jim Farley there. The former ma
tionsl committee chairman and
postmaster-general is probably a
little sad himself.
Jim would be far more OF a
at this moment il in
stead OF revealing the bitterness
he felt over his break with Mr..
Roosevelt he had kept on being
friends-in public, at least-with
his old boss | doubt IL Mr.. Farley
is really resentful in his joyial Irish
soul Somebody has made him
think he ought TO be resentful.
But IL he'd jump on the wagon
now, even as late as IL U.s. people
would say What truly big man.
He can forget animus." After all,
when a man has made politics prac-
tically a life work he can't hop
of the bandwagon because some
body got mad at him. At least he
can't II he is as smart as jim
Farley.
Many a profound explanation IL
I ven for the hold those Roose-
yaltQ have on tho "npapuI" haya