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" , From Fint Statesman, March 28, 1851
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j Old Books with Hot Dogs
T0 you ever Dause and browse in an old bookstore? We
13 mean a. store or shon dealiner in old books, not an old
fctore dealing in new books. Most every city has one or more
such places. The literary debris of a half century or more
accumulates at such places, just as the flotsam of a stream
collects in the eddies. Old books, doe-eared, with torn covers,
fly-leaves inscribed with names' of former owners; old books
that have reposed for years with leaves uncut in some home
of false culture; old books about the stars, about prophecy,
about history, what a weird assortment may be found in
the second-hand book shoDne! Some times one is tempted to
hurry past, repelled by Jhe cumulative effect of disorder
which crathers round such a nlace. Again one pauses and lin
gers and thumbs the books, finding old familiars and others
ouaint and aueer.
The experiences of one who ran such a bookstall by the
roadside in a Cape Cod village frequented by tourists were
recently set down in an article by Alan Devoe In the Atlantic
for January. The amazing discovery, (amazing to the reader
and to the proprietor too) was that there is such a demand
for old books, and secondly "de eustibus non est disputandum
;(there is no disputing about tastes). As the writer says: "I
found that people almost invariably bought the books which
I had Supposed would be the least likely to sell." He accounts
for this by the fact that most of the customers were senti
mentalists, not bibliophiles, buying books they had read in
childhood or others they had missed reading in the long ago.
Personal peculiarities naturally stood out in such a pub
lic. One man bought an old spelling book, simply because it
had a picture of an owl stamped on the cover and he was an
'owl fan". Another bought every calf-bound volume on the
shelves, remarking "They will look charming in the library
of .my nw -house." Another lady bought any book that had a
metal clasp. A Portugese fisherman bought an old copy of
--V A . M A 1 TT A 1 Pi.l.M .vm-hI V.AAnlinA
UUaCKenDOSS "niSIOry OI trie Uniieo. OUiies Buupy wwuss Progress i hPin mad, tn th
he had heard that Quackenbos was the only historian who state flax, industry at the Oregon
said Vasco da Gama was a "portygee" and he wanted the prison. No idle days are seen
book to satisfy his racial pride. An old colored woman bought StS!
A 1 B A XT 1 1 V-t-Waa 1 -
a volume at a lime a quarter oi a ion vi uiu lawuwms. Qf necessity be speeded up.
The author-bookseller compiled a list or "Desr. sellers s
mono- the nlrl honks, nnrl thev ranked in the followinir order : The fondest dreams of the en
. ' . . I ttinalact.. rli. dor. .lolinul m trt.
1 rpkA n.Alm rT f,hilao 111. Iran a i n "v u.i iuiwutu o
"2. Books of any kind bound in old calf; old textbooks
"3. Works of Oscar Wilde and Elizabeth Barrat Brown
ing (neck and neck) .
"4. The novels of Ouida and Miss Braddon ; Civil War
books. m
"5. 'Freak' books that is, books with peculiar titles.
The nnveU of Charlotte M. Younce. The Duchess.
r j ui:v.iu ci., tjv.i r,A I writer Has been pleased to can a
lurs. vyie, auu.iiucui otuaxi, """ franchise crop, meaning one that
the poems of Louise Sigourney, Felicia Hemans and Lucy ha3 all tne faTOring conditions of
La r com. - snccess and permanency the
"7 nirl hvmnflls. Bihles and relicrious treatises. right combination and sequence of
. ..... I arttl ennaVln. nrtif atinVTAa
U(1 TTf it.. -.U. n Ainu's "l guuamuo tuu puu no.
Items.' "
The method was novel. He set ur a stall much like a
hot doe stand along the current of tourist travel, sold a thous
and titles during the season, most of them rescued from at- conditlons wlth Bort water for
tics of old New England homes. There indeed was the work- retting, many davs of summer
ine out of an idea, and regardless of financial gain, there was sunshine for drying: and holding
certainly a rare cnance ior tne sruay oi numan nature. . ' , , 11 .
" I hprs TiAnr ha iovai rhiia frwiinm
w w l """" V,.
from "electricity," or static, for
spinning its gossamer-fine
threads, and comparative absence
of severe heat or cold the '12
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LOBBYING 5
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Bits for Breakfast
By R. J. HENDRICKS
Dream of great
flax and linen
industry coming true:
"s
age,
the
gantic flax and -linen Industry in
the Willamette valley, with Salem
its center, are coming true. They
were bound to come true, in good
time, because of the very nature
of things certain to finally bring
them to full fruition.
Fiber flax here is what this
Besides, It supplies franchise
raw materials for processing and
manufacturing, which operations
here are carried on under ideal
N
Eva LeGallienne
OW we know why Ethel Barrymore told the dowagers h,e through, making firnear
liprine did them a ereat honor to arDear before them. And
Ethel was right: and Portland and Oregon had a genuine ''be p
distinction conferred upon them when Miss LeGallienne and factories, and the fields
company appeared in a presentation of two dramas of Henrik within eyeshot of the mills. No
Ibsen. For in her graceful and competent person the spoken other section of the entire world
sculpture, as vivid as a Rembrandt painting. In her the stage
like SO larCA an arMnnma K Aft
in . ... , i i j i 1 I . . . . . - ,
Oi me past witn its great ana now legenaary nguiea, uves uou acres oi land.
ao-am. The hanahtiea and artifices of Hollywood are sweDtl
thia revival of flesh-nnd-hlood-artino- of PTeat dra- .. In the opening lines above, the
."J " O O 1 etataTTinTif sag maA
matlC WOrKS. la icfn in nnr ntntft fla-r iniln.trv
We saw her in "Hedda Gabbler", one of Ibsen's great There is progress in several direc-
Dlavs. whose architecture follows the style of the ancient tIon?-
Greek tragedy. It dramatizes the tragedy of frustration. LJ?tt .iV. A"8 -81! 1 J"
T. , . , . -T . l"ca lu pasi seTerai years.
uvea oi a iew cnaracwira ia a sraau nwiwcjiau viuae aie about the introduction here of the
intertwinea witn somewnat couveuuumu maiaujusLuieuus. i j. w. . nax seea, ana nursing
Hedda herself, neurotic, arrogant, bored with a marriage to f ana increasing it from year to
a 'scholar-husband, moves with almost serpentine malice to u"i Y" Z"
rshatteirdreams of others. The play moves to as remorseless Deen the case for a few'years, and
an ena as a irageay oi escnyius. rrustration enas in sen- win be this year, with the excep-
erasure.
Eva LeGallienne was Hedda, and. what a Hedda! Her
cameo-like poses, her clear, jwell-modula ted voice, her lustrous
personality made her auditors captives to her art. She dom- doubled our per acre production
inated; but she had marvellous support, particularly in Paul J flax 6traw from the field, and
Tjvq9o vchn nlavwi h rar ttf r.o irlT.inQM riiiQron1 also tne straw s yield of both seed
" f J f . - - r j I Sflrt fihpr That v wnnriorful
v.n t 1. a; . i xl.i l i - .. ,
tic uve uuijr uue cxiuwism ui uer aciuig, tuiu tuai, is ueilgreat advance,
seemingly excessive" use as gesture of the extended right S
arm. It was gracefully executed, but done too often. Bnt las 5"ear' three-fifths of an
auouier Tnii,
tion oi some small plats for ex
perimenting with still better va
rieties.
The J. W. S. seed has almost
Tf mov Kz oof Avam 4Vi o f Arannn rmnAniliui .ilmtraMi, tft SOWH tO
thevisitof an artist. Not only was the theatre entirely filled; practically two tons and the
uut wue aucuence was appreciative in tne imest sense oi me j straw gave is per cent oi its
word. - I weight in fiber. A 10 per cent
MiW Tnoli;r,r, i,. rieid or fiber is excellent. Since
U.UOU1WUG UUUC OUWC tcauj I.UU3ltUVUICltllA .U . r ..... .1 . .
-n.V - iLi jt " i.'-.j l vregou suite wx piant,
" xicxu vi uib tueauc rmu sue is a uauicu act-1 Tins been trotting n inr nr
ress, who has devoted to her profession long years of study Isbout 9 per cent of fiber to weight
and practice, She is not a flaming Broadway success who 01
o.v waawu uum ovmc ucn omu avwaua, kiuw uuc wiiu ui t t n.vi .t
now a real artist. Courageously she has fought for the life Washington headquarters of the
It. . '1.. mm mm a a . a I
ot me arama, and ior tne great plays oi literature, rinallyiu. s. department of agriculture,
sne tounded the Civic Repertory. theatre in New York city I, Bna nas Deen ror 8ome
and has actually made a success of it. Now she is taking her1SLLI ?LJ iS.SSS
company on a tour of the country. She is a young woman, but I ber flax, with headquarters at the
ner worK nas gained her unusual distinction with honorary state college, corvauia. He has
doctorate degrees trom such institutions as Smith college. litera"y of
rr A- st. ? . , ... . . I varieties. Our state flax nlant at
iiex vuui. it ia easy to see. win oe tnumDnai. win aaa .
greatly to her fame, and give impetus t& the living stage and I several Tarietiea. ia addition ,
to ine immortal plays oi literature.
, It's a long time since we heard of anyone missing a train; bat
fSannral afeAlAentM ttim 'rru.v nf tt iif . ju .,..,
. w& am w Kb neuioru
Friday. As the Mail-Tribuae reported it, the general "keM his ground
in me wrong piace" ana missed the Shasta limited. Am extended
tron which Xook aim too tar trem tke station was- set owa aa the
yeasoa. - .,,-( - , ,
i the one mentioned above.
U
The seed from the three-fifths
of an acre, prodneed last year, will
be this year planted on selected
pieces of land so that - by next
year, r tne year following,, we
will be well on our way toward
having enough for all oar acre-
With the J. W. S. seed. In
meantime, the slack will be
taken up and much better -than
could have been done before
that Improved variety came into
the picture. Also, there is good
prospect that some of the other
Improved seeds being developed
Corvallis may come into use
and hurry the improving process.
Flax sowing time is here. The
sooner, now, seed is in the ground,
and the right ground and in the
right shape, the better, for the
1934 crop. The advantage in early
planting is to get the "usual"
June rains, or to do without them
tn case they may not come. Flax
Is a 90 to 120 day crop, from seed
time to harvest.
The acreage sown to flax for
the state plant is fixed at 2500
for 1934. The full amount will be
taken. More would be taken if
that were not the limit. The price"
is 2 2.50 a ton straight, and none
will be taken at harvest time that
is not fit to pull.
In other words, short or infer
ior flax will be waste, excepting
ror the seed, which the farmer
may thresh or hare threshed and
sell, or the state flax plant will
market it for him It he desires.
The reason that only pulled
flax will be taken is that short or
mown flax must go mostly into
upholstering tow, end the market
for this product Is too low to show
profit for processing. The state
plant has a large surplus, taking
up needed warehouse space.
The 2500 acres will likelv yield
aoove booo tons of liar, with a
fair weather season, it will pro
duce two tons to 5000 pounds per
acre. With seasonable weather, in
cluding June rains, there should
be no poor yieldB; very little flax
not fit for pulling.
The probability of much poor
flax is largely eliminated by the
fact that contracts are not being
made until after the land is ex
amined. Also, there are require
ments in th contracts for proper
cultivation, etc., etc.
And there Is. of course, inspec
tion at harvest time.
S
The state advances the seed. It
Is being cleaned now cleaned
and reclearied, and cleaned and re-
cleaned some more. All weed seed
ia eliminated.
When the pulled flax shall have
been delivered by the grower to
the state plant, he will get his
money cash "on the nail" with
only the cost of the seed deduct
ed.
s n m
Thus, before the end of Aug
ust, considerably above $100,000
will have gone into the pockets of
our farmers.
S
It is conceivable that the acre-
age'will be as high as 5000 for
1935. That Is about as high as it
may go, for the state plant. After
that, the acreage will run to 100,-
000 or more in time; allowing for
a fire year rotation crop, which
should be the rule.
The state plant cannot supply
the present demand for fiber. Con
siderable quantities have been go
ing to Italy. Orders from there
are now limited to car lots, on
account of the tilling of previous
ly placed orders from American
mills.
The outlook Is now that there
would be a demand, at remunera
tive prices, for all that could be
produced by the proposed 12 ret
ting and scutching plants that re
ports indicate may be backed by
federal funds. And, In fact. If the
dream of getting the use of such
funds should come true, in full, it
might conceivably follow that the
whole Oregon supply might be
needed in Oregon.
But the season is now too late
to expect any planting for the pro
posed sew mills in 19S4; any of I enae.
them. The fact Is, suitable seed These
could not be had for more than
three or four of the proposed new
plants, it even for a single large
one; large enough for well bal
anced operation, under . modern
conditions.
And such conditions would be
required to get ' cooperative sup
port at all. It has come about
within 20 years that the flax and
linen Industries are modernized;
born over, from conditions that
were, most of them, 6000 years
old; as archaic as the pyramids of
Egypt.
The Safety
Valve
Letters from
Statesman Readers
To the Editor:
Now that we have heard the ar
guments pro and con about the
hairy chested gent that was try
ing to make a living working on
the highway, maybe you can spare
a little room for arguments on
a subject of more vital importance
to the working people of Oregon,
and that is the sales tax. In the
past in the U. S. A. there has been
no division in the human ranks in
regards to wealth, one division
lapping onto the other from the
poor to the mllliannaire which
might be discribed as a wedge.
with the wealth being represented
by the big end of the wedge.
But of late this evenness has
been broken up with more money
going to the few at the top of the
wedge and more people dropping
to the poor class levels, which, if
it keeps up, will eventually separ
ate the wedge near the top and
form just two classes, one will bs
the rich and one the poor, with no
intermediate classes.
At the present time a very large
part of the real property in the
U. S. A. to mortgaged with bank
ers and loan associations holding
the mortgages. Of course, they are
letting people hang onto this
property yet because as long as
these people pay some Interest
and taxes and the tnture looks
like higher taxes and lower prop
erty values, the banks and loan
companies don't want it.
But Just as soon as enough
states adopt sales tax plans to run
state and United States business,
then there will be a big property
grab. Then they will want thh
property, and the poor class will
nave to pay tne amount oi rem
that is asked.
One argument for the sales tax
is that some people of means have
a good job and no property, so
they pay no tax. Bat the smaller
Incomes and the larger families
are In the working class of people.
So how much larger per cent
would the working man with the
small income and large family
have to pay than the man with the
larger income and money In the
bank, have to pay?
There should be some other
way to get at tnese men tnan a
sales tax. Why should a working
man cat his own nose off by vot
ing a sales tax to set a few pen
nies out of a fellow that It won't
hurt at all.
Another argument Is that some
poor devils ae coming here from
other states to work and own no
property so pay no tax.
But those people bring no
money with them and take none
awav so Oregon gets it all anyway
They spend it all for groceries
and gas so why not tax the people
more that gets his money.
If this itinerant worker paid a
tax he would just . have a little
less for necessities of life and in
addition to paying a profit to the
retailer he would also hare to pay
to the state in a sales tax.
If It is neeessary to get more
money why not pat some kind of
a tax on foreigners, Including
Japs, Filipinos, Chinese, Italians,
Greeks, and what not. They pay
no property tax and a sales tax
would not hart them as a peck; of
rice or a box of macaroni a
I month wouldn't bring much rT-
people always"' can sell
SYNOPSIS
Lovely Stanley Paige, ceald have
married aay eligible saaa in her
set there was, for instance, the
young lawyer, Perry Deverest,
loyal and reliable, but she fell in
lore with dashing, Irresponsible
Drew Araitage. Drew told Dennis
St. John, his former sweetheart,
that althoagh he weald have loved
Stanley nader any circumstances,
he weald never have become en
caged to her had she beea poer.
Then comes the crash tad Stanley's
fortune Is wiped eat She dees net
care as long as she has Drew's leve.
but . . . be ssys it woald be mad
ness te marry en bis income.-So
with a dramatic . . . "Stanley, I
shall never ferget yen and I shall
always regret having hurt yea
bat never having loved yenr.be
passes eat of her life. Though
broken-hearted, Stanley accepts the
blew stoically. She refases to ac
cept charity from her friends and
leaves her Uxorious apartment.
She rents a cheap furnished room
where she meets V alexia Blair, a
salesgirl. Valerie is very kind to
Stanley. Warning against poverty,
Valerie nrges Stanley te return to
her wealthy friends, but she re
fases. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
In the mean time, what are you
going to do? About a job, I mean?"
"I dont know. But there must
be something.'' Stanley frowned a
bit anxiously. She was thinking
that she had thought about nearly
everything in the past week except
the future. She realized suddenly
that from now on, if she was to
exist, she could no longer ignore
It She had decided definitely to
keep away from Marcia and Ned
and all of their crowd. But there
was Nigel Stern. She wrinkled her
forehead, said aloud, "There's a
man I met a few weeks ago at a
studio party he might be able to
help me get a job.
"Artist?"
"No, I don't think so. Just sort
of a connoisseur of art and mu
sic "
"And women, probably. If I were
you I wouldn't count too much on
him. You'll find that without money
the approach will be entirely dif
ferent. Youll either look less de
sirable to him or more. Either
way, it's all in his favor. However,
you might go and see him. I'd try
to get Madame to take you on at
the shop but she's letting girls out
instead of taking them on. Busi
ness is rotten."
Valerie swung her feet to the
floor, stood up, stretched her arms
over her head and yawned. In her
peach-colored brassiere and step
ins, she looked ridiculously little
and childish. "Gosh, but it's hot
It's too hot to sleep or go to i
movie or even ondresst"
Someone knocked on the door.
Valerie called a casual, "Come in!"
picked up Stanley's pajama coat
and wrapped it abont her slim
shoulders.
The door swung open and a
young man in white shirt and a
pair of disreputable old tennis tron
sers, bowed low over a tray hold
ing three glasses of orangeade
"It's three and one - half degrees
cooler and a breeze is reported ris
ing off the coast of Labrador. A
celebration is in order."
Valerie swooped upon the tray
then remembered ner manners.
"Miss Stanley Paige, formerly of
Park Avenue Mr. Jimmy Hunt
er "
Jimmy bowed low. "Greetings
in my lormer incarnation I was
one of the Vanderbilts and prob
ably danced with your great grind
mother. Shall we drink to the good
old days!
Stanley took the glass of orange
ade he offered her and drank it
gratefully. Over the top of the
frosted glass, , she stared at him
frankly. He was very tall and so
slim she thought she could easily
have reached around his waist with
her two hands. His hair waa brown
and very curly and grew in a sharp
peak on his forehead. His eyes were
small and very bright and his
month, which was as fcicely shaped
and as sensitive as a girl's, wss
continually flashing, into a wide
grin, displaying amazingly perfect
white teeth.
He sat down en the bed beside
Valerie and flung a casual arm
about her. "I had a hunch I'd find
her In here," he told Stanley sol
emnly, "She's a friendly little sort
wants everyone to feel at home.
She appropriated tne the night I
moved in and there's been no es
caping her since. Shell lend you
cigarettes aad get you up in time
to go to work and wash behind
your ears and make yon save your
money she's a tyrant and a slave
driver but she's a pretty Little
thing, Isnt she?"
"Dont mind Jimmy," Valerie
cautioned, rubbing her head against
his shoulder. "He's just a nice little
boy who's never taken time to grow
up. A nuisance at times but
sweet." ,
i
After they had gone, Stanley
turned off the light and flung her
self down on the bed. It had been
nice of them to stay like that to
make her laugh and talk with them.
But cow she was alone. She was
alone in the dark and she wept
for Drew. Dry, hard sobs pushed
op into her throat and choked her,
tears, hot and salt-bitter, stung her
eyes, scalded her cheeks. She tried
to hate him. She wanted to hate
him. But she couldn't. She could
only hate herself for loving him.
Marcia was pouring tea on the
South Terrace. The sun dipped be
hind the rose garden and spread
soft, gentle fingers over the smooth
ly clipped lawns. Marcia loved serv
ing tea in the late afternoon on the
South Terrace. There was some
thing delightfully English about it.
Manna was not a snob but she had
a certain instinct about things like
that. She liked the way the level
lawns ran down to meet the ocean,
the way the ivy clung to the gray
stone walls of the house, the way
the cedars Ned's father Had planted
threw long shadows on the grass.
She liked the wsy women's laughter
sounded in the still summer air and.
the way her hands looked moving
among the tea things.
Today there were four In the lit
tle group gathered around the tea
table. Ned would come in from town
shortly with a few men for the
week-end and the Johnnie Cramp
tons were coming over for dinner.
But now there was only Sandra
Frayne, in a perfectly impossible
old tennis dress, Diane Truesdale,
cool and remote in apricot chiffon,
Gerda Leasing and herself.
"Whatever do yon suppose she
did it for?" Gerda sipped her tea
languidly and fixed her eyes on
Marcia.
"That, my dear girt. Is what Ned
and I would like to knowl I rushed
in to her the minute Ned called me
and found her gone. That old Irish
woman, Ellen, was as silent as
sphinx simply said Stanley had
ordered the car and gone out. I left
word for her to get in touch with
me and what happened? She sent
me a perfectly fantastic letter say
ing she was going away for a while
she was awfully grateful but she
wanted to be by herself. Ned says
she eouldn t have had more than
hundred or so in actual cash with
her." -
"Imagine that! The price of half
a dress!" Gerda's smooth drawl
rippled with excitement.
"Exactly. I went into town as
soon as X got her letter and tried
to reason with her. She was sbso
lutely decided. She'd arranged to
sub-let the apartment through Ali
ta's agent and she had even sold
her clothes."
"Good heavens, was it as bad as
that?" Diane set down her teacup
and stared at Marcia with aston
ished eyes.
"It certainly was. There was
001111112 left absolutely nothing.
She sold her clothes and her car
and paid all of her personal bills
and got out, Isnt it all perfectly
fantastic!"
"The girl really had nerve after
all," drawled Sandra slowly in her
odd, unaccented voice. "I thought
she was merely beautiful."
"What do you mean by that?"
Gerda asked curiously.
"Oh. it would have been so easy
te just drift. I've seen so many do
it" Sandra lifted her thin shoul
ders in a little shrug. "Ton remem
ber Janetta Randall? She managed
to live off her friends for years
until she picked up that Pittsburgh
man. Cecily Rand is becoming ex
pert at it between her invitations
and what she makes at bridge she's
doing very well by herself. There
are d ox ens of others. It s an old
New York custom."
"What about Drew Armitag
wasn't he giving her an awful
rush?" Gerda appealed again to
Marcia.
"There was something there, all
right but I never found out just
what Stanley was terribly in love
with him. Not that she d admit it,
of course, but she didn't have to,
one had simply to look at herl Drew
left for Chicago right after the
crash."
"He would," observed Sandra
shortly. "One can't imagine Drew
married to a poor wife."
Or married at all for that mat
ter," murmured Diane huskily.
They all remembered suddenly
that there had been a time the
winter before when Drew had rush
ed Diane.
"No, I suppose not he's not the
marrying kind."
"No man is," Sandra told them
huskily, "until he's married and,
not always then. That's why there
are so many divorces. You never
can tell until you've tried and it
doesn't always take," No one dis
puted her; after all she should
know; she had tried three times.
"And so yon dont know where
she disappeared to?" Gerda refused
to be intrigued into generalities
they were always tiresome and
didn't mean anything, anyway.
"Haven't the slightest idea. Ned
persists in worrying about her, but
after all she isnt a child. She ought
to know her way about"
"Maybe she went back to that
aunt of hers; yon know, the one
she's been with since her father
died."
"Not a chance." Marcia was em
phatic "She's been living off Stan
ley for years. No help there."
"I thought Perry Deverest was
keen about her. There was a su
perior way out" Diane waa lan
guidly interested. She felt Stanley
had handled the whole thing rather
stupidly. That she herself could
have done better.
"I know." Marcia nodded thought
fully. "He's been crary about her
for years. We all thought when she
came bacs but then there was
Drew and she didn't Well, Perry's
stfll in Canada and if he's heard
from Stanley he's not telling any
one because Ned saw him when he
was up at the Preston's camp last
week. He'd heard about the crash
bnt he wouldn't talk about Stanley
at all."
(To Be Continued)
Copyrifst. UJ2, bj Annie CtHm
Distriatet by Km, Features Syndicate, rue.
Ode to Peanut or Prune Popular
For Good and Sufficient Reasons
By D. H. Talmadge, Sage of Salem
Excuses are mighty tiresome.
EUie Tidger at Turkey River was
the star of a home talent play,
and she appeared to be a sort of
Garbo in the rehearsals, but on
the night of presentation she for
got her lines and just about ruin
ed the production. She said she'd
got lice in her hair when she milk
ed the cow that night, and her
head Itched so she couldn't think
of anything else. Art has hard go
ing at times.
sr-
Now and then someone says to
me in a sad, sweet tone of voice.
We should live according to the
Golden Rale." It is true; we
should. But somehow I am always
reminded of Gid Plutt, whom I
used to know back on the big riv
er, when' the Golden Rule is pre
scribed. Gid declared he had giv
en it what he considered to be a
fair trial, but he had been com
pelled to alter It somewhat In or
der to get along with his feller
citizens satisfactorily. '1 do unto
others," said Gid, "as I know
dam' weu others wjll do unto me
if I don't take care of myself."
Still and all, I think we would
be astonished if we really knew
how many and what people are
trying to live in accordance with
the Golden Rule.
To each of us "days come I ween
when sense seems absent from the
bean - Having reference, you
will please understand, to the
species of sense known as "com
mon," although why it should be
so known is somewhat difficult to
understand, because it is, as a
matter of fact, rather uncommon.
It i3 much the same thing as is
occasionally referred to as "horse
sense." Ope would naturally think
that common sense," being com
mon. should be plentiful. But it
is not plentiful It runs in streaks,
A person who appears to possess
a plentiful supply of it today may
tact like a human goose tomorrow,
If each of us were endowed with
unvarying "common sense" it is
their produce and most always
have a Job.
EARL SHARP.
I
I'
D. H. TALMADGE
probable that unhappy marriages
would be a rarity and divorce
would be all but unknown. Shys
ter lawyers and quack doctors
would no longer blemish the fair
face of human nature. The smart
aieck in the arts and professions
would see himself as he la and
would be more considerate' of the
sensibilities of his associates
Ton would pity me and I would
pity you, which would be far bet
ter, for us than it is for you to
pity you and tor me to nltr me.
And so on and so on. It reaUy is
not worth bothering about.
I always laugh when someone
tells the story of the young and
pretty school teacher Who spoke
to a man on- a streetcar and dht
covered immediately afterwards
that he waa a stranger. "Excuse
me," she said., much confused:
T thought you were, the father
or one or my children.''
An over-acted role In a nlav is.
eat a, a a . . . . '
is ao. zvin oi., saiem, ure. i ininx, more painful to the aver
age audience than
acted.
a role under-
I reckon an ode to a prune or
to a peanut or to something- of
equal insignificance is more
warmly received by the masses
than an ode to the more exalted
things. Fact is, most of us know
what it is about when a prune or
a peanut is mentioned.
Scenario writers seem to have
fallen into a way of introducing
a newspaper reporter when- a
touch of low comedy is indicated.
l suspect prejudice.
Small talk: The theatrical nov-
elty of the local week the pup-
eis in "l Am susanne" at the
Grand . . . Monday is almost ev
erybody's "bad day" ... A Salem
woman complains that her ankles
and vicinity are covered with
black, and blue kick-spots. She
has, I presume, been playing
bridge . . . Chanticlair told the
hens in the farmyard that the
rising sun did not cause him to
crow, but that when he crowed
it caused the sun to rise, and
some of the hens believed him
. . . "Tire Private Life of King
Henry VIII," accredited with be
ing one of the 10 best nicturei
in 1933, shown at the State during
the week, set English history stu
dents to buzzing, and also a num
ber of others ... A local epidemic
of petty thievery is reported . . .
Mice are said to be making them
selves heard indwells for the first
time this season, and wise gays
say it indicates cold weather to
coma . . . Onr old fri-nd Hen
rietta crosman, whom those who
saw "Pilgrimage" will recall
pleasantly, is with us sgain in
"Carolina." Somehow, when I
think of Henrietta and of the
years that have passed since I
first saw her and of the vigor
she still manifests, I leel as if the
"weight of years" idea has been
considerably exaggerated . . . The
average man in the street regard
less of his politics, has Only good
words for President Roosevelt . . .
Observed at a local restauraw
a man of Dempseylsh proportions
sipping hot milk, and -at the next
table a young woman of about 90
pounds averdupols eating mince
pie with cream ... It was not
unexpected, the announcement
that Hal Hoss had passed on to
another phase of life, yet when it
cam Tuesday morning, and for
a day thereafter, people on the
streets of Salem and in the stores
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