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Harvest Be?”
The attention of the civic and political leaders of the
country and of those keen observers who anticipate the trend
of public opinion is centered this week on the Republican
party’s famed “Grass Root” convention at Springfield, 111.,
birthplace alike of the Grand Old Party and of its first leader.
Civil War President Abraham Lincoln.
This is the first call to arms emanating from the inner
councils of the G. 0. P., since the sweeping, nation-wide
Democratic landslide of 1932, and so vociferous has been the
response, that more than 10,000 delegates, numbering among
them the Republican leaders of the country, have foregath
ered, with the express purpose in view of adopting those plans
and programs looking to a complete re-birth nationally of
the Republican party and a re-dedication to those broad prin
ciples of conservatism and constitutional government enun
ciated by the martyred Lincoln.
Although the delegates from the ten states—Illinois,
Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Minnesota. Missouri, Nebraska, Okla
homa, South Dakota and Wisconsin—declared the conference
would concern itself solely with measures and policies, not
men, it was generally conceded that out of the big G. O. P.
pow-wow would come a new deal in party affiliations, and a
nation-wide rally to the cause of Republicanism as a sort of
curtain-raiser to the party's come-back, predicated for 1936.
Leading the vanguard of Chicago’s colored Republi
cans are State Senator William E. King and former Congress
man Oscar DePriest. member of the committee on creden
tials. These, with other of the Chicago contemporaries, along
with such stalwarts as Borah, Nye, Glenn, Small, Landon,
Hurley, Brooks and Deneen, will attempt to calm the troubled
sea and stem the still eddying tide which followed the Hoover
deluge of 1932.
Some ob >rs consider the “Grass Root" convention
as a tort of political clinic to be featured by a fusion of young,
virile blood into the veins and arteries of an anaemic G. 0. P.,
and declare that now as never before, are young party leaders
being granted a place m the sun and their fitness acknowl
edged for council as well as for war.
Doubtless in the new G.O. P. setup, all will be rewarded
in the days to come—standpatters, conservaties and radicals
—the measure of reward being gauged by their loyalty to
the party standard in the past. Can the G. 0. P. “deliver” in
1936? One guess is as good as another. Were the late-lament
ed Bert Williams here to hazard a question, well might he
ask: “What will the harvest be?"
The Bride and The Graduate
True to tradition, as the yearly cycle takes another
turn, the June bride and the June graduate again hold the
spotlight as they stand at the threshhold of a newer and
fi ller life. The eyes of the world are upon them at this period,
the real commencement of their lives and they will succeed
in their chosen careers in proportion as they use to advan
tage the experience and training of the past.
In these days of economic stress, especially will the
bride find herself weighed in the balance. Whether or not she
will be found wanting will depend entirely upon her sincerity
of purpose in assuming the marital obligation and her willing
ness to undergo that period of readjustment and preparation
so essential to the ideal married state.
It has often been said by veteran mariners on the
matrimonial sea that the first year is the hardest and that a
married couple emerges from this probationary period pos
sessed with a new philosophy of life—a sort of mariner's com
pass which steers them clear of the reefs and shoals and into
the calm waters of marital peace and contment. For this
reason, since they are entering upon the matrimonial sea they
should look well as they chart their course, keep a weather
eye open for possible squalls, and hold a firm hand upon the
pilot’s wheel.
As for the June graduate, she has much in common
with the bride, but she suffers the added disadvantage that
during the present business and economic unrest she sets
sail upon the sea of life in a frail canoe which will test her
mettle in buffeting the waves of disillusionment and despair.
The graduate must realize as she sails that she is surrounded
by many craft more seaworthy than hers and by veteran
captains, conquerors of the gale and storm.
The graduate will realize before long that it is best to
discard the cocksure attitude of expectant youth and profit by
the experience of others who failed to heed this warning sign.
It is far better to venture forth slowly and cautiously, with
slight gains made, than to court failure through the sheer
impetuosity and short-sightedness of youth.
“The heights by great men, reached and kept,
Were not attained by sudden flight.
Rut they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night”—Longfellow.
Views Of Other Papers
UNDER THE SHADOW OF LINCOLN
(From the St. Louis Argus)
Ere this time another week a Republican Regional
Conference, which is scheduled to take place at Springfield
June 9, 10 and 11, shall have been held and the “pilgrims"
returned to their homes.
Obviously, this convention is being held at Sprir 'field
largely through sentiment which goes back to the imn tal
Lincoln. The conferees will make a pilgrimage to the tomb of
Lincoln and, we are told, under the shadow of the tomb
speeches will be made, urging the Republican party to return
to its “first love,’’ the party of Lincoln and Grant. In visiting
Lincoln’s tomb, the party leaders will eulogize Lincoln and im
plore him, as it were, to "Speak, speak Mr. Lincoln. Tell us
what to do, for we are so distressed. The Republican party is
no longer in power in these United States, etc.”
We imagine that if Lincoln could re-appear on the
scene, he would rebuke these leaders. He would disown the
Republican party as it is now constituted. He would rebuke
the leaders for the way they have treated, during the past
forty years, the fifteen million Negroes, whom he freed, and
for their disregard for the constitution of these United
States. Like Samuel of old he would say: “Why disturb me?’’
Further commenting upon this proposed meeting, we
are tempted to say, without seeing the convention in action,
that little or nothing will be done to help the party regain
is lost power because, evidently, there will be too much of
Hooverism to the fore at this convention. There will be too
many of the old leaders playing important roles in shaping
the party’s future course. These old leaders are the ones who
have disregarded the part which the Negroes have played in
keeping the Republican party in power almost forty years,
and, so far as we can observe, there has been little or no
change of heart of those leaders toward the Negro vote. They
still maintain that they have this vote in their vest pocket
and are, thereby, unable to see the wisdom of according this
group their reasonable and just portion of the benefits which
come to those who loyally support the party in power. Mere
ly going to Springfield and calling upon the name of Abra
ham Lincoln will not do the job. It will require a change of
heart, a real re-birth.
Waggin* Tongue Philosophy
Bv WILLIAM S. PULLEY, (ANP)
MR. CRAVEN’S ONE-SIDEDNESS
Mr. Thomas Craven, you threw
a few rocks at Negro (African)
art, now here’s * brick or two
right back. Your one sided artict"
in the Herald Examiner editorial
section of May 25 says that a
certain group of French aid, con
noisseurs were “crazy”, Yn»» said
this just because they had raised
certain objects d’art of French or
igin to a high place. You further
stated, that sensible Frenchmen
looked upon this action with an
amused smile. Now. vou and I are
going to get both feet into it;
We’ve something to talk Rbotlt this
time. Maybe they were not so
crazy.
To begin with, what part—what
aspect of art cun we most appre
ciate? That which was or that
which is; or shall we agr“c chat
art always “was” in some degree?
Mr. Craven, art flourished ir Afri
ca long before it was known to
the western world; those “crazy”
Frenchmen you mentioned knew
that. They knew that the -rt of
the African native was highly
pregnant with a remote, deeply
sounded secret that did not die
during the ages of change. The
African kept alive this secret—
this artistic tendency and mother
ed it through the ages, then hand
ed it down to you—the Western
world.
By the way, what great attrac
tion of primitive beauty did Cleo
patra have that so completely up
set Mark Anthony and all Home?
Were her spectacles more gorg
eous—more artistic? History "ays
so. Speaking of art and artistic
genius Mr. Craven, consider that
Negro (a slave) of the more mod
ern day, “Blind Tom.” Remember
the remark of the great Ger
man music master who visited this
country? The music world of sev
eral countries at this time hon
ored and toasted this unlettered
pianist and asked the greet Ger
man master to instruct Blind Tom
and "bring him out.” V.'s r^uiem-1
her that great musician to say:
“No living man can teach him, lie
already knows more than I.” You
should read the whotfe' story, sir,
and perhaps you also would ask
the question—“from wherite conies
this art?” It is my opinion Mr.
Craven, thatjnen of your type are
merely looking at the,'“shadow”
that they have dubbed art. Others
—those you call crazy in your crit
icism, wish to know mor4 of the
“source” from which art springs,
which, after all, is of greater im
port than its reflection. Art, is
old—very old, and all art of great
antiquity clings nearer to the
source, the truth from which art
and all handiwork as expressed by
man did arise.
You said: “The influence of
African sculpture on moui-m art
has been limited and baleful.”
Wrong again! Yes indeed you
are, for if we who appreciate art
can appreciate it in any of its
aspects, must we, of necessity love
it in its entirety—or not at all?
Probably, you are like some fair
weather Christians who profess
to love the soul because -.To are
taught that it is a part of God,
and yet, from day to day make
distinctions, racial and otherwise.
You call African art “baleful”.
Remember this, art is realised by
each and every individual irom
the standpoint of “degree”—you,
posing as an intelligent being, as
sume quite a responsibility when
you tell any man his viewpoint is
wrong just because yours Is dif
ferent.. For your benefit, consult
Mr. Brisbane on this topic ox real
ization.
In the meantime, don’t bother
about those “exotic”, art loving
Frenchmen, if they wish to behave
like negromaniacs (your pat ex
pression) let them. They harm no
one, and will continue to contri
bute to art in spite of wordy criti
cisms heaped upon them.
Next time, Mr. Thomas Ciaven,
don’t be so lop-sided.
THE BRIDGE BUILDER
i
Aii old man going on a lone high
way,
Came at the evening, cold and
gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and j
wide.
With only the stars his steps to
guide.
The old man crossed, in twilight
dim—
The sullen stream had no fear for
him—
But he turned, when safe on the
other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man” said a fellow pilgrim
near,
“You are wasting your strength
with building here;
Your journey will end with closing
day,
You never again will pass this
way.
You have crossed the chasm, deep
and wide:
| Why build you this bridge at even
ing tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray
head.
“Good friend, in the path I have
come,” he said,
“There followeth after me, to-day
A youth, whose feet has been as
way.
This stream that has been as
naught to me.
To that fair-haired youth may a
pitfall be; ,
He, too must cross in the twilight
dim—
Good friend, I am building this
bridge for him.”
Anonymous.
Hitler tells his people that Ger
many did not lose the War. If it
can be proved, it makes Germany
positively unique among the par
ticipants.—Detroit News.
College diplomas are much
smaller than they used to be, an
education magazine informs us.
And so, unfortunately is what
you can collect on them.—Boston.
Herald.
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POTPOURRI
HUMAN THOUGHT
REACTIONS AND
FRAILTIES
We are all but fellow
travelers
Along life’s weary way;
If any man can PLAY the
pipes,
In GOD’S name let him play
—Anon
SMILEY
By Jackie Mack
He was chubby and fat and car
ried with him all the nice things
usually asociated with fat people.
To begin with, he was always jol
ly. Today, the eyes that usually
carried an indulgent and mer
ry twinkle, were listless. Sensing
that something was wrong, and
that he wanted to get it off his
chest, I stepped into the cab.
We always drove fast, for I was
usually late. Now, however, we
dragged along in the heavy traffic
unmindful of the irate glances, the
vile epithets of other taxi drivers
who hurtled past, incensed that
someone should choose such a busy
thoroughfare for a Sunday after
noon outing. During the months
that he had carried me t.o work in
termittently, we had come to the
point of discussing almost any
thing that came to our minds. He
had always flouted cares, and he
; seemed to have not a worry in the
j world. Whenever I complained of
having to rush through my chores,
| or to work late, he dispelled my
cares with a grin and a witty re
mark. I was disturbed that he
should appear so glum, so, since we
had plenty of time, I did not urge
him to lift out of that snail's pace.
Without preamble, he began to talk.
“They surely don’t want a col
ored man to get ahead. No, they
don’t. They know that if we stand
in one place like they do on the
cab stands, we can’t make a living.
And that's the truth. We got to
keep moving and pick up our fares
whenever and wherever we can. If
we don’t do that we go in the hole.
Not many of the boys on the boule
vard own these cabs, and we have
to pay $10 to rent them for eight
hours. No. thev sure can’t stand
to see a colored man try to make
an honest living.
“And then they complain when
we get on the relief rolls. I don't
; want to do that, because I always
i thought I could take care of my
own family. If I didn’t think I
could do that, I wouldn’t have got
married, but I have to pay rent on
this taxi, and put in my own gas
and oil, and if I have a blowout,
that’s my worry. I have had this
thing since seven o’clock this morn
ing, and I haven’t cleared a pen
ny. At the rate I am going now,
they will be owing me money for
driving it. It’s all blown up to
excuse me, miss, but I don’t know
what we poor folks going to do.”
So preoccupied was he that he
ran through a red light. We were
not in danger of an accident, as
there were no cars approaching,
and he was sublimely oblivious to
the glare extended him by the cap
on the beat. “Here all these jit
ney cases are coming up today.
The boys got the smartest law
yers they could find, and most like
ly will beat the cases, but that is
just the beginning. If they decide
they want to get us, they will be
fore it is all over with. They just
want to run us off the South side.
People who ride with us wouldn’t
ride with those drivers who put a
meter on them, and I know it. They
hire us because we are as cheap as
the bus, and get you there quick
er.
Ciuess I will have to go back in
to the newspaper business. They
still make money, don’t they?”
I was on the verge of a reply,
but found it unnecessary, as he had
gone off on a tangent of reminis
cing. “You know, I worked on one
paper for seven years. I was the
first colored man to work on a
white newspaper in the town where
I lived. It was a lot of fun in those
days. A fellow didn’t have such a
hard time.
“But then my wife said I could
make good here, and she wanted to
come back to live where all her
folks were, and we had to pack up
and move here. I got a job that was
a pretty good racket, but it fold
ed up out of a clear sky.
“I couldn't sit down on my wife’s
folks. I got to be a man, so I went
to driving a trucks First thing you
know there are white men want
ing the jobs we colored hove had,
and they laid us off. I started driv
ing a taxi then. Haven’t been able
do much good since I’ve been here.
The place must be jinxed for me.
Don’t know what I’m going to do.”
I got out of the cab and strolled
into the office in a sort of daze?
What was wrong? Here was a man
who had always managed to get
along, if I were, to believe his sto
ry. (I had no cause to doubt him).
His personality certainly made up
for what he lacked by way of form
al education.
Had something gone wrong
with his mental .attitude ? Had he
“got up on the wrong side of the
bed” this morning? I could hard
ly believe that, for it was such a
contrast from his customary atti
tude. Had something gone radi
cally wrong with the economic
scheme of things?
T didn’t figure it out to my sat
isfaction, and I left him with a
| The Lyric Voice |
j An Occasional Column j
;£ Of Verse
Conducted By *
l COLEMAN G. DUCKETT^
k (For A. N. P.) %
The poet algo seems to be ab
sorbed in one of those transcend
ental problems of the passions, the
solution of which lies far outside
of the province of a mere editor.
We pass this ingenious little rhyme
along to our readers without fur
ther comment:
* * *
VANITY
By CURTIS ODELL
When you depart.
Why do you leave a spent flame in
my heart?
One treasured theme
On vacant verse to consecrate a
dream.
If I express
In rippling rhymes your laugh and
loveliness—
If I set down
In wit of your words your charm of
golden brown—
If I encase
The beauty of your hair and form
and face—
Does it matter much,
Wanting the heaven of your eyes—
and touch?
* * *
We suspect that here is a very
definite case of “sour grapes,” but
certainly we cannot deny to Mr.
Clinton whatever consolation he re
rives from this rationalization, es
pecially after expressing it with
such amusing charm:
PROTOTYPE
By ALAN CLINTON
This is not love, because you hold
Me in your arms and press your
cold,
Dry lips to mine where once of old
They burned like flame;
For in your soft embrace I lie,
And see in your dim, vacant eye
The scroll of Love, where Destiny
Has limned another’s name.
And is he dark, or brown, or fair?
What is his age? What does he
wear ?
What are his features, form and
hair?
And is he neat or slattern?
Well, this I know with certainty:
Because you loved me desperately,
No matter who the chap may be,
I—am—his—pattern!
Wit,Wisdom and Humor
Of Benjamin Franklin
From Poor Richard’s
Almanack
The poor man must walk to get
meat for his stomach, the rich man
to get a stomach for his meat.
He that goes far to marry, will
either deceive or be deceived.
The family of fools is ancient.
Necessity never made a good bar
gain.
If pride leads the van, beggary
brings up the rear.
I here are many witty men whose
brains can’t fill their bellies.
Weighty questions ask for de
liberate answers.
* * *
Be slow in choosing a friend,
slower in changing.
Pain wastes the body; plsasure
the understanding.
The cunning man steals a horse,
the wise man lets him alone.
Keep thy shop and thy shop will
keep thee.
* * *
The king’s cheese is half wasted
in paring, but no matter; ’tis made
of the people's milk.
Nothing but money, ie sweeter
than honey.
* * *
Of learned fools, I have seen ten
times ten; of unlearned wise men,
I have seen a hundred.
* * *
Three may keep a secret, if two
of them are dead.
Poverty wants some things, lux
ury many things, avarice all things.
A lie stands on one leg, truth on
two.
What’s given shines; what’s re
ceived is rusty.
* * *
Sloth and silence are a fool’s vir
tue.
vague sense of disillusionment. He
had always been so cheerful. I had
never had to listen to his woes be
fore, and this morning it was like
some drop of water too much had
unleashed the dam of his ills, and
flooded them over everything
about. It was like expecting to see
the sunsine, and meeting only fore
boding gray clouds. He, who had
always chaffed me gently when I
chose to recite my i-vn inconven
EDITOR’S NOTE: The auth
or of this column, a graduate
of the Medical School of the
University of Pennsylvania at
Philadelphia, Pa., is a mem
ber of the Medical Staff of
Provident Hospital and is
now acting as its Clinic Ad
mitting Physician. He will
give no prescriptions or diag
noses in his column, and will
confine his articles to the dis
cussion of health generally.
Obesity, or overweight, is one of
the commonest of human ills. Most
people do not think of excessive fat
as a disease but it can cause just as
many symptoms and lead to just
as serious complications as any
other condition. There are easi
ly charts to determine the proper
weight for anyone knowing the sex,
age and height. These are only av
erage weights and in the individ
ual case are only guides. As a gen
eral rule, any person weighing over
two hundred pounds is overweight.
There are many exceptions of those
who are exceptionally tall or have
exceptionally large frames but
these exceptions are easily account
ed for.
It it quite evident that there is
more to the excessive accumula
tion of fat than overeating and lack
of exereise. We all know there are
some people who can take on
weight or reduce as they see fit,
while others seem to increase in
weight steadily no matter what
they do. This has caused a theory
to be advanced that there are two
kinds of fat of slightly different
chemical composition, one of which
seems to be easily added or re
moved, while the other is fixed in
the body. That is the reason why
some people have a great deal of
success with reducing diets while
A Pen Picture
of the New Alpha Phi Alpha
Domicile at 4432 So. Parkway
Huge red brick affair, set back
just a wee bit from the street.
The so necessary touch of green
from the budding tree foliage
bright and picturesque . . . ringing
a bell, and a climb up thickly carp
eted stairs and around the bend . .
(the carpet, by the way, in beigey
brown with a maroon stripe, and
ohhh so masculine) . . . into the
hugest living room ever. I know
why they say ‘drawing room’ now.
And so, so many windows. Sorta
barren, now, but I am not the one
who wouldn’t ask about ’em. They
have already ordered Venetian
blinds. I am anxious to see ’em for
1 think they will do things to that
place.
Lots and lots of spank new fur
niture. Brown leather chairs
and divan . . . and some green lea
ther for contrast . . . the kind of
green ficze that you “bog down”
in. Broadloom carpets in brown
ish taupe . . so thick and soft you
seem to float. Divans . . . chairs
. . . leather covered window seats
. . . sorta formal, and the weeest
bit stiff. Warm glow of soft lights
from the side. Mellow, I think, is
the word. And just lots of ash
trays and humidors. Not much
danger of cigarette burns in this
haven.
Cozy little tables for four in the
dining room . . . and such good
meals, the home cooked kind . . .
lots of variety, and a man’s meal
out and out. Not open to the
public, dont you know, but just
for the members and their friends.
Soft music and quick service.
That dining rom is truly starting
off on the right foot.
An attic, dusty and rugged,
with the rafters still exposed . . .
but the kind of place an interior
decorator would delight in fixing
up. Nice sort of place for inform
al entertaining.
Impression, generally . , .
a place with an air. Nothing
showy about it. Built for men and
built for service. Not a trace of
femininity about ( I would hunt
for that), but so expressive of the
men's ideas. But don’t forget the
little private room off the drawing
room. It is the cat’s ankle or
something. All neo-classic, don’t
you know, with orange and neo
white and green. Just enough fur
niture in it to make a warm and
clever little reception room for
small groups.
And the Venetian mirror and
its ensemble on one wall. It’s for
mal to the nth degree. Two white
leather occasional chairs at either
side, a circular mirror (no frames,
mind you) in the exact center, and
a forma! occasional table be
neath. Not a picture in the place,
and you don’t feel the need of
them.
They tell me something about
grand piano . . and when they get
that the room will absolutely be
tops. Repetiton for emphasis:
That Alpha house will be a show
place of the south side yet!
iences. I felt almost unhappy.
I wished, somehow, that all his
misfortunes would suddenly turn
a somersault and right themselves.
If he had borne all these things all
the while, and kept up such a de
ceiving exterior, why couldn’t
something happen to make him
smile again? Because he had be
come to me the epitome of good
cheer, his worries rested more rig
orously upon my shoulders than
did my own.
others have no success whatsoev
er. Your type of fat is apparently
determined before your are born.
Overweight causes many types
of symptoms. Sluggishness, easy
fatigue, weakness in the knees,
shortness of breath, headaches ars
a few of them. In many cases no
organic disease can be found. The
two most common complications of
obesity are rheumatism and heart
failure.
The most common site of the
rheumatic symptoms is in the knee.
The reason is the same in both
cases. Your joints are only sup
posed to bear a certain amount of
weight and a great excess of fat
weakens the joint ligaments; also
the constant irritation roughens
the surfaces between the bones.
These things cause pain and stiff
ness whe n walking. Your heart
•- •'akens since it is made to pump
. ,ood through a body of moderate
size. It is like asking a Ford en
gine to drive a Mack truck; it may
do all right for a short period of
time but after a while will giva
up.
The treatment in most cases con
sists of a regulated diet which must
be closely followed day in and day
out. Diets of this type can be made
very palatable and oftimes produce
excellent results. There are a few
drugs which seem to help in re
ducing weight by increasing the
body metabolism or by increasing
elimination. If used, they must be
carefully controlled as they can do
more harm than good. Graded ex
ercise is another procedure to be
used.
It is needless to say that if there
is a disease condition present it
should be treated and the cur< if
the condition reduce the weight. In
closing, let me remind you that ex
cess weight is not only unsightly,
but can be detrimental to the health
by bringing on heart failure much
earlier in life than normally.
The editor of this column will
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BROKEN HOME
The boy John (let us call him
that) was 14 years old. It was the
age old problem of adolescence.
His mother, let us call her Mrs.
Jones, was lamenting the fact that
her son had run away from home
again. He had done this numer
ous times previously; he had
been in reform schools, schools for
delinquents, and all other institu
tions of correction. Nevertheless,
these places seemingly did not
have the right stimulus to pro
mulgate better behavior. The lat
est of John’s escapades was the
stealing of an automobile with
some other youngsters.
John Jones’ parents were sep
arated when John was an infant.
His mother tried to support the
child and herself as best she could,
working out and practically leav
ing him to shift for himself. This
went on long after John started
to public school until Mrs. Jones
received relief from the city and
was able to remain at home to
look after her son. In the mean
time John had learned to play that
dangerous game of “hookey”. He
would start out from home for
school, but as the truant officer in
formed his mother later, he never
got there.
Mrs. Jones remarired when
John was thirteen, thinking a
father would help the situation a
bit. John either had no respect for
his stepfather or just disliked him,
because when the relief closed
(the husband was on the work re
lief) and the family moved from
two rooms into one, the boy would
leave home and stay for days, the
mother knowing not in the least
where he was. The last time he
left he returned during the moth
er’s absence, and in a note explain
ed that he would never 'come again
because he felt he was a burden
and she could get along better
without him.
DISCOVERED—a brand new
territory. I could not say exactly
in what region of the earth its
located, nevertheless, you might
ask the Radio Newscaster who
named the amazing discovery.
The name is Czechoslavia. (I’m
not sure that it is spelled correct
ly, since the announcer failed to
do so.)
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WHAT’S THE USE?
This is somehing for schools,
churches and motion picture in
dustries to look into: A 12 year
old boy can stay out of all these
places, and receive his training
from his parents and travel and
yet have the mentality of a 21
year old youth!
PLEASE
Three little girls were walking
on South Parkway and 65th street
when one of them saw the sign on
the grass at the Home for Aged
Men. “Now”, she said, “we can
play on that grass because it
doesn’t say ‘Keep off the grass’, it
just says ‘Please ’ ”