The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1955-08-25
1t Runs Through
My Mind
BY POLLY J. HANST
Are You Smart or Smart?

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For years our brains have been
measured by a group of tests, the
findings of which have been
dumped together and labeled 10
The boy or girl who could speed
along. keep his mind on what he
was doing, came out ahead of the
one who took time out to explore
an idea that bobbed up along the
way
The SPEED with which one
thought was a mighty important
factor in measuring intelligence.
So people were smart or weren't
smart, according to how high the
10. was. But there were still
some things that puzzled the cdu-
Gators They have seen some mot
so smart 90 into the world and
make successes of whatever they
undertook while the high 10 boys
just turned into average people, if
that
So now they're coming up with
a whole new set of standards For
instance the fellow with the ideas
or creative ability has a place in
the sun now even though he may
not be able to spell antidisestab-
liShmentarianism. brother! What
a time l had finding that wordD
Then too, his responsiveness is
a measure of his intelligence.
We've been calling it intellectual
curiosity when talking to youth
which | believe is far greater
gift than to spell big words or do
Ciphers in the head
But what thrilled my soul more
than anything else is that they in
cluded plain old common sense
or judgment All of which takes us
right back to the philosophy of one
of my old farmer friends who says
that there's nothing 50 high-faIutin'
about brains It's just plain horse
sense and stable judgment.
To Each His Own
You may remember a joke of
Ross Speicher's told i'll this
column about the two who viewed
the grand canyon One saw thing
of beauty-thc other heck of
place to lose a COW
The buckWheat field in front of
our house has had quite a range of
comments depending upon the per-
sons interests and background. |
saw only beauty in its bloom which
made up for what l didn't get
planted-Which would show that
l enjoyed a Notwithstanding
for nothing.
My husband viSualized stacks
and stacks of buckwhcat cakes
lasting from fall to spring. The
dreamer!
Felix Robinson stopped long
enough to ponder over how many
pounds of honey the bees would
get from the bloom. The gourmet
Mr. Porter didn't say much but
l was sure | saw him squirting at
contour. He likes things on the
level.
If | were to question the owner
I'm sure he would think in terms
of the yield per acre the producer!
Which brings me to this-I
wouldn't trade what see for what
they sce-which still makes it a
bargain.
I'll have to admit it all depends
on which side of the house I'm
looking out on. Now, when its our
garden I'm viewing | instantly see
boxes of frozen foods or jars upon
jars of canned foOds-all lined up
in neat order, paving the way for
making a lazy person lazier-come
winter
Copy Cat With the Added
Something
In a large department store re-
Gently l saw college girls display
ing the proper clothes for fall and
/ could scarcely believe my eyes
For several years teen ayers have
roared in laughter at our garb of
the 20's-black boomers, middies
and ties
Then they said, aren't they
screams?" Now they say, oh, how
neat" For this fall we are about
as close to the old middy-bloomer
style as we can get and still be
modern For the MILDLY and the
black, charcoal or plaid Bermuda
short gives about the same effect
without the bag at the knee. In
other words they've cut the four
yard blOOmer to a One-yard Ber-
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