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THE POST, FRIDAY, APRIL 18, 1941
SECOND THOUGHTS
By javie aiche
Once when your correspondent had a particularly effective black en-
semble he was mistaken for a minister and honored with the respectful
salutation of, “Good morning, Reverend.” Let it go at that. In the purview
of neither the present nor the past is there suggestion of the domonic put
to shame by the error.
There is, however, a raher definite though undis-
closed identification of a near-sighted and docile medico who suffered, in
absentia of course, when yours truly was greeted with a hearty, “Hello,
Doctor!’
What beguiles your correspondent is the provocative desire to believe
that he possesses undeveloped possibilities; that he might even have a
protean personality. Because, upon
stepping into the kitchen baék of his
favorite Greek candy-shop he was
veritably pounced upon by William
Xenephon Seras and strenuously
hand-pumped in a somewhat grotes-
que kind of metronomic accentua-
tion of welcome the friendly Ahe-
paite thought he was bestowing
upon Judge John Sydney Fine.
The trouble with William Xene-
phon Seras is that he knows too
many big people. State policemen
found that out only a little while
ago when Billy was arrested for fail-
ure to have upon’ the windshielf of
his car the sticker that would indi-
cate compliance with the motor in-
spection rules of the commonwealth.
Judge Fine looked at Seras, then
at the cop. He addressed the cop:
“How do you expect,” he asked the
motor patrolman, “to be putting a
State penalty on this man? Don't
you know he mixes chocolate sodas
for the Governor.”
There was no penalty, of course.
Probabilities are that there should
have been one, because friend Seras
was more than neglectful. He was
also disrespectful; by grace of a
James appointment he draws salary
as a State Inspector of Narcotics. He
had the dope-all along on those per-
iods of State surveillance. But, the
occasion was let pass as one of in-
nocent good humor, plus exemplifi-
cation of the reluctance of Judge
Fine to discomfit a Governor who
isn’t always so considerate of the
feelings of Judge Fine.
Well, William Xenephon Seras
was invited to take a second look.
He took it. Your correspondent took
a chocolate soda of the James
brand, that being the Greek’s price
for absolution of his social crime.
“But, darn it, Johnnie,” he said,
“you do look like Judge Fine. I
thought sure you was him. How
about another soda, huh?” One
soda was enough, but three errors
of the same kind finally have had
an elevating influence on your cor-
respondent. A man of many parts,
if ever there was one.
Getting back to people who count,
Billy Seras admitted to a crushing
embarrassment. With Spring at
hand, war in his homeland, Easter
and peace here for a while at least,
the confectioner had set himself the
task of making up in the semblance
of conflict many candy toys. Among
them were airplanes and ships. Since
Governor James had been kind to
him he thought to return the favor.
So he named the ships “Governor
James.” What embarrassed him was
that after the baskets had been de-
livered and the contents examined
a lot too many of his customers re-
turned the ships. He would have to
remove the name, they told him, or
else refund their money. Billy re-
funded. He thinks that much of the
Governor.
The disappointment of a proud
Greek can be understood by this
narrator. You see, just as this was
romping across the platinum of the
typewriter, a piece of mail was
handed in. Some weeks ago yours
truly was convinced that he should
go into the press bureau of a nation-
THE LOW DOWN FROM
HICKORY GROVE
It doesn’t mean that
you are some kind of un-
desirable citizen because
you take a look under the
blankets, now and then, to
see what is going on in
politics.
You will come closer to
being a U. S. A. patriot,
and of some use to your
country, if you do some
prying into what is going
on versus being just a fol-
lower having mo idea
which end of the horn or
where you are coming out
—after the emergency.
I got in mind this idea
of Uncle Sambo getting
deeper into more business,
like there on the St. Law-
rence which is being talk-
ed up, as a defense idea.
Socialism is mot going
to march up to the front
door and knock — it is
gonna sneak around back.
This country would shoot
Socialism full of holes and
the buttons off its vest, in
2 shakes, if it recognized
it coming up the front
walk. But if it sidles up
under blankets—and we
do mot get curious—we
will wake up meeding a
quart of headache pills.
JO SERRA
al organization developed as an ad-
junct to war defense. Qualifications
were examined, experience analyzed,
salary desires noted and hands
clasped across a table in Washing-
ton. Well, here's enough of the let-
ter:
“My "Daar.....2 02 Don’t go any
farther with that idea of ours. It
was good while it lasted. But, I've
inquired a little farther and I don’t
like the set-up. If anyone here
knows what he is doing I'd like to
hear him explain it. It’s all hash to
me and utterly useless.
“I felt pretty much as you did
at the start, and I know that if you
came down here and saw the mess
in which things are you'd be as
convinced at the finish as I am of
the futility of it all.”
So, your correspondent is not go-
ing to Washington.
P. S. William Xenephon Seras is
not going to hang the Greek flag
alongside the Stars and Stripes at
the front of his sweets emporium.
“I did think about doing it,” he said.
“But, gosh, Johnnie, look what's
happened. Say, Johnnie, what hap-
pened to all them reinforcements
my people were promised ?”’
Your correspondent couldn’t an-
swer that one. Why, we don’t even
know what happened to Philodip-
pides after he made that run from
Marathon.
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THE BIRDS ARE SINGING AGAIN
MUSINGS OF AN AVERAGE MAN
By HARRY ALLEN
Do you like to listen to the radio?
A So do I. Doesn’t some of the ad-
vertising get your goat ?....._Mine too.
Take cereal for instance. Remem-
ber how you hated to eat your
mush when you were a boy? Re-
member how mother used to threat-
en and tell you that you would
never grow big like father if you
didn’t eat it all up? Yep—Them
were the happy days.
Well, that’s all done away with
now; its gone with the horse and
buggy. Nothing left but memories,
I can remember the big iron kettle
nearby full of mush and how I'd
stir and sweat, and stir and sweat,
and I'm not too sure that the mush
was not sometimes slightly flavored
with sweat from my brow. I can
also remember very vividly, that
the mush paddle was sometimes
used for something other than stir-
ing mush. Isn’t it funny the way
ideas change- When mother used
the mush paddle on the seat of
my pants, with me in them, I
thought that she was just an old
meanie giving me a darn good lick-
ing, but now I can see that she
was merely high pressuring me into
doing what she wanted me to do.
But high pressure methods like that
are no longer in vogue in the rais-
ing of children. We leave such me-
thods as that to the gangsters. Now
we raise our children on ready-
cooked cereals and psychology and
as far as I can make out psychology
consists of a pep talk followed by
permitting the child to do just as he
or she pleases. But I digress, lets
see, what were we talking about?
Oh yes, radio advertising and cere-
als.
The making of cereals has now
become big business. It’s simply
marvelous the advancement we have
.made. We started out with the ker-
nel of corn and the pestle, which
was simply a hollowed out stone
with a wooden or stone stomper to
crush the corn; to that lowly be-
ginning we have added almost every
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POETRY
SS — a
THE DAFFODILS
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and
hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing “in the
breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly
dance.
The waves beside them danced; but
they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed — and gazed — but little
thought
What wealth the show to me had
brought.
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure
fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth,
“More than a newspaper,
a community institution”
THE DALLAS POST
ESTABLISHED 1889
A non-partisan liberal
progressive mewspaper pub-
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HOWARD W. RISLEY
Associate Editor
MYRA ZEISER RISLEY
Contributing Editors
FRED M. KIEFER
JOHN V. HEFFERNAN
Mechanical Superintendent
HAROLD J. PRICE
grain that grows and the most
modern of processing machinery. We
now serve on our table whole wheat
and ground wheat; shredded wheat,
puffed wheat and wheat flakes and
the rest of the grains have evolved
in about the same manner. They
have taken corn meal and run it
through the ironer and it has come
out Corn-Flakes. But don’t forget
that to all intents and purposes, it
is still mush. True, they have dres-
sed it up and made it more tasty
so that you would never recognize
BARTER
Life has lovliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
Children’s faces looking up,
And holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that hold you, arms that
hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for lovliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
it but it is still just something to
make young bodies grow and old
bodies maintain their ‘strength. But
do they let it go at that? I'll say
they don’t. That's where the radio
advertising comes in.
The high pressure boys in front
of the “Mike” have made our young-
sters ‘“Vitamin’’ conscious. Some
one discovered that these lowly
kernels of grain were just full to
overflowing with vitamins and did
they go to town. In our ignorant
way, we knew that our mush had
some thing about it that gave us
strength and vitality but little did
we dream that it contained such life-
giving qualities as it apparently
does. In describing these life giv-
ing elements the announcers use
more letters of the alphabet than
the Government does in designating
its different bureaus. Letters come
at you out of the radio faster than
bees out of a beehive that you
have accidently knocked over. You
reel and stagger from their impact.
Is it any wonder that our children
have become vitamin conscious? Is
it any wonder that father has faded
out of the picture as a hero, when
by eating a few bowls full of So and
So’s flakes, corn or something else,
they can become another Jo DiMa-
gio or a Flash Gordon or maybe even
Super-Man ? Gone is the mush pad-
dle as a high pressure persuader;
gone is the necessity of coaxing.
Those are all things of the past.
Many’s the time some of you young-
er mothers have come home to
find the kitchen table strewn with
the remains of an impromptu meal
and you knew without anyone tell-
ing you, that the kids had been
listening to an exciting program on
the radio and heard the announcer
say: “Just fill a bowl with those de-
licious flakes of golden sunshine,
add milk or cream and sugar,
smother with your favorite fruit and
Yum-Yum, I can taste it now.”
Excuse me a minute please, I just
discovered that I'm hungry.
Count many a year of strife well
lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been or could be.
—Sara Teasdale
LOST
Desolate and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor’s breast
And the harbor’s eyes.
—Carl Sandburg
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THE SENTIMENTAL SIDE
By EDITH BLEZ
Have you ever been back stage while an amateur group is giving a
very important three-act play? Our Little Theatre gave the second play
of its season last Saturday evening and I had a small part in the produc-
tion. Because my part was unimportant and the responsibility of the pro-
duction was not mine, I could thoroughly enjoy the general confusion
which cannot help but accompany the production of a three-act play.
The director takes life seriously, consequently she was more than
serious when the final night for the play arrived. She was a nervous
wreck. She attempted to appear as though she were sure the play would
be a howling success but the expression on her face was really painful. Her
THE OLD
SCRAPBOOK
By "Bob" Sutton
After Easter, what? Has your re-
ligion been removed just as your
Easter bonnet ? Will your pastor see
you again until next year? Was
your attendance at church for the
sole purpose of showing your new
clothes? The Bible speaks of us
adorning ‘the inner man” and that
can only be done through fellow-
ship with God and His People.
Accomplishment is the greatest ar-
gument.
The greatest eloquence is
which get things done.
The greatest truths are the simplest.
that
It’s a lovely Springtime here.
What are you going to do this sum-
mer? There are opportunities on
every hand to make yourself use-
ful, are you going to buy them up,
or let another season of sunshine
go by and see the winter ushered
in, with your life bare and barren
as the trees after the leaves fall?
Christ! I am Christ’s. And let the
name suffice you,
Ay, for me too He greatly hath suf-
ficed;
Lo! with no winning words I would |
entice you,
Paul has no honor and no friend but
Christ.
Don’t sit around waiting for some-
thing to happen, go out and happen
to something.
THE SAFETY
VALVE
This column is open to
everyene. Letters should be
plainly written and signed.
He Objects
Editor:
I wish to enter my respectful but
very definite protest against the
Stegmaier beer advertisement on
page two of last week's “Post”. This
ad was especially objectionable on
account of it featuring Easter and
the Easter lily. It seems to me that
distinctively Christian holidays and
Christian symbols should be kept
out of liquor ads. Of course I ob-
ject to any type of liquor advertis-
ing. I think your paper joined with
others in favoring repeal on the
basis that it “would promote tem-
perance”. It would be interesting
to me to know just how advertising
liquor promotes temperance.
Sincerely yours,
H. M. S.
Trucksville, Pa.
April 15, 1941.
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hands were ice-cold and she had
forgotten to eat her dinner! She
insisted on gathering the cast to-
gether on the stage to give them
a pep talk before the curtain went
up but she couldn’t locate the cast.
They were scattered all over the
place. They were too busy getting
into their costumes and fussing with
makeup to listen to a talk by the
director, but they had to listen. I
doubt very much if any member of
the cast heard what the talk was
all about but they looked attentive
and that was all the director was
looking for, attention.
There was very little room back
stage for the men who were shifting
scenery to make much headway,
every time they needed something
someone had put it somewhere else.
The girl who was in charge of hand
properties had a terrific time hang-
ing on to the plates of sandwiches
which were to be on the stage when
the curtain went up. Everybody who
passed the plates of sandwiches just
helped himself without trying to find
out why the sandwiches were there.
It was quite difficult to keep the
cigarette boxes on the stage filled,
every member of the cast helped
himself to a cigarette as he or she
passed the table where the cigaret-
tes were located.
Some of the craziest things hap-
pened. Once I was passing from
one room back stage to another and
I bumped into one of the girls hav-
ing a treatment by one of the local
chiropracter. The chiropracter had
nothing to do with the play but his
wife was in the cast and he was
helping her with costumes when he
discovered that one of his patients
in the cast wasn’t feeling so well,
so he decided to give her a treat-
ment and I had appeared at the
wrong time!
At another bad moment I prac-
tically fell over the man who was
supposedly the stage manager. His
eye should have been glued on the
stage but I discovered him far from
the stage calmly reading the latest
issue of Esquire!
Some of the men who were scene
shifters had small parts in the play
and several times it was rather
startling to come upon a very hand-
some French art dealer complete
with goatee and high silk hat shift-
ing scenery or shading a light high
above the stage setting. There was
absolutely no privacy in the dress-
ing rooms and it seemed of little
importance. Doors flew open rather
suddenly and it didn’t seem to mat-
ter in what state of disarray the oc-
cupant of the room happened to be,
the person on the way through did
not pay too much attention. While
the confusion was at is height the
leading man was standing back of
one of the stage doors waiting for
his cue. He was utterly unconscious
of what was going on around him
and he kept mumbling his lines
to himself over and over again. I
was under the impression that he
was trying to whisper something
to me when suddenly the door open-
.|ed and he was on the stage before
I realized that he had been saying
his lines to himself.
The show was really a great suc-
cess, the place was filled and the
audience thoroughly enjoyed the
production, but after it was over I
couldn’t help but wonder which was
the better play, the one which took
place on the stage or the one behind
the scenes.
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testified by later writers, and its similarity to other works of the
same author. It has the very rare distinction of being included as
the hymn for Lauds on Monday in both the primittve zycles of
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