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.
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Navy Takes Over
By GERTRUDE TEWALT
McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Features,
UNION PRESS-COURIER
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The billion dollar figure, and it
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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-
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cent of all days lost from work
are charged against colds and
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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
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. __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,” |
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FELLOW CAN'T
EVEN HAVE AJ
INNOCEMT LITTLE
PET ANY MORE
PUBLIC BATHS
THATS A STINGY
PIECE OF SOAPR/
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SOME MORE SOAP ?,
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WOT THE SAM HILL
IS HE DOIN’ WITH
C.O.RUSSELL