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. . . Uh, Lure, in mercy raase my mmaAs dark, as dead, as these eyes I blind!KIRBY PATER.— PS —Zzz . . . Zzz , . . Zzz.SIR: THERE IS A LARGE red brick factory building on south Western ave. which has a sign across the front: ’■Sleepmakers. Incorporated. I wonder if theSand Man might be the company's president and Wyn- ' ken. Blvnken and Nod on the staff of directors?MIKE.— PS —CORSET MAKER S PROFITS BULGEIN LAST YEAR—Headline.AND THAT IS WHAT is known as making good in a pinch ... or something.— PS— :BUILT FOR TWO?SIR: I RODE BY my Wednesday girl friend’s houseyesterday and honked my horn, but no one answered. ; So I rode by again. And still no reply. Once more 1 : rode by. once more I honked, once more no answer. ■ So I gave up and took mv bicycle home.WILL WOOLWAY.— PS —WINTER MIRACLE.SNOW IN BIG SOFT FLAKES. . . . The world hushed to hear its coming. . . . And even the wind holding its breath to listen. . But only the white quiet answering. . . . The rooftops and walks and lamps sugared like cookies in a magic tale. Windows ,shining out their light onto the lawn. . . . And the lawn all brilliants spilled from careless Beauty’s jewel-box.Blue shadows torn in the white pattern. ... A frosty moon adrift in the vast sky. . . . Stars that are points of polished steel catching fire and cooling it and giving it to earth. . . . The cut crystal of iciles and ice, . . . jpost-brocade. And in the florist’s window . . . first hyacinths . . . lavender and white,. . . Spring just beyond the glass.SIR ROGET.— PS —REFRIGERATOR EGGS PLUNGETO NEW LOWS—Headline.QUICK. WATSON. THE MOP! . . . They never got Humpty Dump tv together again, either.— PS —PIECES OF EIGHT.IN AN ENDEAVOR TO utilize domestic products to a maximum. Germany is soon going to issue aluminum corns to replace the present nickel coin. Somehow, the idea wouldn't appeal to us. ... It would be too much like carrying a pocketful of feathers. We like clinky money.— PS —HECTOR THE BLOODHOUND is growing fat onhamburgers . . . with onion. If our errant troupers continue to report at the present rate, then Hector will, not have to bound across 'the ice and snow to track ! them down, of the several we mentioned a few weeks:ago, only three remain still unaccounted for. . . . ELAINE THE FAIR, SWORD SWALLOWER and AGNES TIGHE. It seems that the months of peace on our stage arc about to be blown to bits again. Weundertake no responsibility whatsoever, but seek the refuge of our lumpy old chair and with our meerschaum in hand turn to a reverie of quiet things.Somewhere once we read these words: Be noble,and the nobleness that lies in others, sleeping but not dead, will rise in majesty to meet your own. And now suddenly we feel the truth of the thought, because it has become a reality for us. To be noble is to endeavor to put aside human frailties and to be courageous in the ideal. ... To bear the lance for Beauty and Truth. Everywhere is nobleness . . . sleeping. To be the trumpeter who awakens it, so that it rises in all majesty. ... We wonder. ... Is there any higher privilege?H. M. L.
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Southeast Economist
Chicago, Illinois, US
Thu, Jan 18, 1940
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