Thursday, December 18, 1947 ¥ JERSEY JOE LOSES 16TH ROUND | ALTHOUGH TURNING DOWN the plea of Jersey Joe Walcott for a reversal of the championship fight decision, Chairman Eddie Eagan (left), of the New York Boxing Co! said the commissioners “assumed” that a return match will be arranged. Walcott (center) is shown at the hearing. Standing at right is his manager, Joe Webster. (International) ‘New Look’ for Men Plotted By Style Experts in France D-Day Still Is Closely Guarded Paris Secret Men, steel yourselves for a body blow! Paris is plotting a ‘new look” for you, too! The revolution is taking place very quietly, however. Plotters to change men’s styles which have remained virtually static since 1900, are working underground, unknown to the innocent man in the street, who still walks gaily, clad in his cotton or silk shirt, his vest, trousers and coat. D-Day for the announcement of the ‘new look” for men is still a closely guarded secret. Only here and there were there danger- ous overtones that style priests were ruminating such a revolu- tion. Mme. Elsa Schiaparelli, veteran revolutionary in the fashion world said: “Unfortunately, there are two things which make a change in men’s clothing difficult. They are afraid of wearing colors they like and they are afraid of looking ef- feminate.” But she, too, is indicating sub- tly the revolution to come. “The white summer uniform of a sailor is nice, don't you think? A tunic of this kind, in garbar- dine, well cut and fitted, looks splendid and would be a perfect answer to the complaint that men are too hot in summer. Home of the coming revolution, however, is not in the Parisian “haute couture’ houses, but in the little tailor shops in the old section of the city. Jean Van Acker, a well known tailor, spilled the beans: “The new look for men,” he said, “is as follows: No vest, mat- ching coat and pants, but with the pants cut like ski trousers. ““Thin-soled shoes for men in winter are silly. The new look to come will include heavy-soled shoes, much like our after-ski boots now, with pants cut in a V-shape narrowing at the ankles, with a strap under the foot. “Jackets, I feel, will remain much the same, except in summer men will order thin, light garbar- dine or linen shirts, with tailored collars to be worn with a tie, a pocket for the inevitable fountain pen and cigaretts, and cuffs, The idea is rapidly gaining popularity after the American soldier's sum- mur uniform.” Van Acker, who owns a little tailor shop in the business district cf Paris, said the wrist watch was largely responsible for the death of the vest. “Young men aren't ordering them any more,” he said. “They don’t need the pocket because they don’t have any watch or chain. Waistcoats aren't warm enough, either. If a young man wants to keep wamn he wears a pull over under his coat—even in Paris.” Saint Nicholas, Holy Man of the Fourth Century In the entire category of the saints none continues to enjoy a more extended popularity than St. Nicholas, archbishop of Myra. At this time, when preparations are being made for the celebra- tion of the birthday of the Christ- child, it is particularly fitting that we recall something of the character of this holy man of the Fourth Century and remember some of the legends which bring him so close to us at Christmas time. Strange to say, while St. Nich- olas is regarded as the special guardian of children, virgins and sailors, he came to be regarded as the patron saint of robbers, from an alleged adventure with thieves, whom he compelled to restore some stolen goods to their proper Owners. In various parts of the old world it is customary for the elder members of the family to place little presents in the shoes as well as the stockings of the younger relatives on the eve of St. Nicholas’ day. In convents the young women used to place silk stockings at the door of the apartment of the abbess, with a paper recommending them to “Great St. Nicholas of her chamber.” While the emblem of the three golden balls is derived from the Lombard merchants, yet St. Nich- olas is frequently pictorially rep- resented as bearing three golden balls or purses, the origin of which can be traced to an act of the saint which has come down to us in the form of an ecclesi- astical notation. Look Over Shirts Chosen for Gifts Inspect Fabric, Collar, Stitching and Buttons Know your shirt! That's the advice given to Christmas shop- pers planning to purchase such items for gifts this year. And this advice comes from the Textile and Clothing Division of the U. S. Dept. of Agriculture: First requirement, say the ex- perts, is a full-cut shirt made of fast-color, pre-shrunk fabric which has a firm, smooth finish and a high yarn content. When you're satisfied on this count, see that design or pattern is matched at collar, front pleat land pocket; that collar points |are exact twins and are flat and | sharp. | Close, even stitches (about 20 {to the inch) are another prerequi- | site of quality. Button holes hold [best when they are neat and firm- | sewn with highly mercerized thread. As for the buttons them- selves, make sure they are four- hole pearls —even, clear and smooth and that they are securely hitched. J EXTREMES Temperature in Tibet run the length of the thermometer in one day. During the winter, in some places, the mercury rises to 110 degrees at midday and drops to 30 below at night. Your \ MERTENS SME EEE. fhe te them, too! Quality Products DO-NUTS CHRISTMAS DINNER Is Important! The Whole Family will want their favorite foods, and in Breads, it’s QUALITY BREAD Yes, Mertens Quality Bread is the favorite of the entire family . . For a merrier Christmas for the entire family . . CAKES COOKIES PASTRIES Tw r—————— . and it is so good for . have plenty of Mertens on hand. MERTENS BAKERY, Patton, Pa. Navy Takes Over By GERTRUDE TEWALT McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Features, UNION PRESS-COURIER Colds Cost Country Cool Billion a Year A one-billion dollar sneeze af- flicts the American people every year, result of the 280 million or more colds we suffer annually, The billion dollar figure, and it may be higher, is the annual cost of the common cold as estimated by statisticians of the Metropoli- tan Life Insurance Co., of New York. Some 400 million dollars of the cost comes from the estimated average of $10 per year spent by every family in the U. S. for drugs and medical care in the treatment of colds. The loss in wages, at an aver- age daily wage of $7, totals more than 420 million dolars on the ba- sis of an estimated 60 millon or more days lost time because of colds. From 40 per cent to 50 per cent of all days lost from work are charged against colds and their complications, The two per year or more colds each of us has makes us suffer a total of one and a half billion days of discomfort and reduced efficiency if not actual disability, each year, on the basis of a cold lasting five days. Courier advertisements pay, . __PAGE FIFTEEN —As a rule, a comparatively small group of people run every organization, not because they want to, but because other mem- bers never volunteer to lend a hand. ~The thousands of feet of lum- ber destroyed in recent forest fires might make enough matches to keep a pipe lit. CunGiNG grimly to a transport rail that dipped and bucked like a loco broncho, Corporal Ted Boone was ready to dispute with Magellan who called this heaving body of wa- ter the Pacific. Since Magellan wasn't around, an innocent sailor who happened along caught the brunt of his bitterness. The bluejacket eyed him with the age-old contempt of the salt-water sailor for the landlubber. ‘‘Maybe you'd like to get off and walk,’ he suggested nastily. ‘‘Show me some solid ground and watch my dust,” replied Ted with longing. ‘Comes H-hour and you get your chance,” promised the gob. ‘The Jappos had better bust out their white flags when you get ashore. That is, after your knees stop buckling and the ground settles down.” “I am not seasick,” Boone denied hotly. ‘‘No?"” grinned the sailor. ‘‘Then how’d you like to dig into a dish of cabbage and fat bacon with a side order of hot cakes and syrup?” After a stricken period, Corporal Corporal he moaned feebly. “Don’t give in to it,” advised the sailor. “Walk around, get in an argument — anything. What's your name, soldier?” “Boone, Ted. What's yours?” “Tyler. They call me Tarzan from my muscles, see?’ He flexed his biceps. Tarzan was not disposed to take offense. “I'd like to know what you got against the Navy. Where'd you be without the Navy, I ask you?” groaned Ted. “Yeah? Well, you can’t win the war staying in Frisco. Us Navy sees to it that you G.I.s get where you can do some good. Dames like navy- blue better’'n khaki, too. Want to “Why? Would you sooner be fight- ing than taking a nice cruise?” see something?’’ He fished inside his jacket and brought forth a handful of snapshots, crumpled and dog- eared from much handling. Corporal Boone looked with lack- luster eyes. ‘‘So what? Must be a clothes shortage where those babes come from.” Tarzan thumped his barrel chest. “Now, those gals used to go around with civilians, soldiers even, until I hove into their lives. Now they're all Navy Jills. They gimme these pictures ’cause any girl is proud to be a Navy man’s pin-up, see?” ‘“‘Here’s one who isn't,” said Ted sharply. He fumbled in his blouse and produced a picture tenderly wrapped in tissue. Carefully, he un- folded it and showed it to the sailor. “Whew!” Tarzan’s whistle was an honest tribute to the girl whose like- ness smiled up at him. ‘‘She’s got class.” The face was oval and sweetly serious with large, loving eyes, framed by thick fair braids that encircled the proud little head like a coronet. ““That’s my wife, Betsy,’”’ said Ted with pride. “] see what you mean,”” Tarzan said slowly. “You're a mighty lucky guy, Boone.” “We got married just before I was shipped overseas,” continued Ted. “We never had a real honeymoon, so when I get back we're going to blow my allotment on the swellest honeymoon two people ever had.” “Where will you go?’ asked Tar- zan. “Who cares? Just so it’s cool and quiet. Just Betsy and me and a gang of bellboys on call with tall, iced drinks. Imagine having your shoes shined and your clothes pressed, tickets for the best shows, no ser- geants, no reveille, notuinz to do but relax and enjoy yourself.” “Sounds like heaven,” agreed Tarzan fervently. ‘‘Just remember it’s the Navy that takes you home.” The transport pitched sickeningly. “Not if I'm conscious,” Ted gasped. “Maybe I'll fly or swim, but they'll have to hogtie and drag me on board another ship. And when I once land, I never want to see the ocean again.” Behind them a sergeant ap- proached an deck. “Is that you, Boone? Got a letter for you.” Ted eagerly tore it open. As his eyes devoured the words, his face grew even greener and his knees sagged. “It’s Betsy,” said Ted hollowly. “She has her heart set on a honey- moon cruise through the West Indies after the war.” —The counties can open up the regular roads and close the detours soon. Nice driving weath- er is almost over. —It’s nice to remember that winter always drops in for a few short visits before coming to stay. —You're not using your head when you're losing your head. —You develop your ability to think by thinking and in no other way. —Half-hearted efforts never won anybody recognition, to say nothing of rewards. Boone raised his head. “Go away,”! ‘‘Back in Frisco, well and happy,” | ' THE FLOP FAMILY By Swan HES UPSTAIRS GETTING DRESSED FOR THE HieH SCHOOL DANCE EVENING HEY, DAD-D'HA \€ | BoARoW HOUR NEW NECKTIE THE OANCE 7 MINO m FoR \'M RouD OF OTTO ASKING ME . FIRST, INSTEAD OF DELIBERATLY TAKING \T OME ALL THC OW (C POKING PERMISSION? OF COURSE \ DON'T MIND, S0N-B0T FORMALTY OF < = 2 King Features Syndicate, Inc, World rights reseived. [on,BOV! HE'S SWELL! SAY, ILL GIVE YOU POOR LITTLE FELLOW MUST BE HUNGRY COME OA, JAKE, PUT THIS DHUDER YOUR BELT STUBBORW LITTLE CUSS! BE HE ELMER! GET THAT ouT OF HERE. !! WHAT'S ALL THE MOTION HERE COM 1 YOWP! tue THING'S INSIDE MY L RSA v Re, > Sa 9) pr. 1947, King Features Syndicate, Inc., World rights reserved GEE-E WHIZ A FELLOW CAN'T EVEN HAVE AJ INNOCEMT LITTLE PET ANY MORE PUBLIC BATHS THATS A STINGY PIECE OF SOAPR/ = PLEASE ~MAY WE HAVE SOME MORE SOAP ?, IT DOESNT MAKE MUCH LATHER! 7 7 — 77 MORE SOAR PLEASE’ HEY, ATTENDANT / MORE SOAP! ~~ : ¢ A LCopr 1947. King Features Syndicate, Inc, World rights reserved. WOT THE SAM HILL IS HE DOIN’ WITH C.O.RUSSELL
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