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Show A Baby Dses St By H. I. PHILLIPS Forget the war threats, the economic eco-nomic crisis, the Communist sweep in China, the predictions of a tough winter and the development of a midget-sized turkey! Everybody's happy. The world is smiling. Princess Prin-cess Liz's baby has arrived! Mother, Moth-er, child and publicity are doing well. There Is something about a baby that stirs the human heart, brings out the tenderest emotions and makes the whole world kin from jungle cave to palace penthouse. It probably makes even Vishinsky a little less denunciatory. It can even make the Republicans drop their hatred of poll-takers. Millions of 'em are born daily, many just as lovely as the Princess's Prin-cess's honey chile, but they get no press or radio. Their mothers are happy and their dads are proud, but it takes a baby like Liz's to make Old Man Earth strui around passing out the stogies. It was easy to have misgivings, about this royal infant. It was slated slat-ed to come into a bitter, sour, groggy, scared and preoccupied world. It's debut was market for a period of fist shakings, violent speeches, marching armies and a million tough problems for man and beast. There was a time when the world was a pushover for any royal babe, but this time we wondered won-dered about it. Then it happened and socko! the first wail of the child put global trouble Bat on their backs and made also-runs of all the great figures of the planet, Guns boomed, bands played and people cheered in all parts of the British empire, and there were few countries that didn't throw a hat into the air and feel better about life in general. For once the question ques-tion "Do you think there will be another war?" gave away to "Is it a boy or girl, and how's mom doing?" Sourpusses that haven't known a smile in years flashed a supergrin. Lovers and old married couples felt fine. Bus drivers stopped barking at passengers. pas-sengers. Editors smiled. Printers Print-ers and proof-readers seemed their happiest in years. Here and there somebody said "Please" and "Thank You." Strikes were deferred. Picket lines seemed less menacing. A tight board of corporation directors di-rectors decided to declare an extra dividend. The dog wagged his tall more. The canary went Juke-boxy. Why? Because no matter how thicr your hide is, you have a deep-rooted deep-rooted affection for story book kingdoms, king-doms, princesses, palaces, pumpkin pump-kin coaches, and all on top of your natural reaction to a newborn babe. . It could be that this is Just what th' world needed. It can warm it up, make it more human, take that sneer off its puss. It is hard to read about a baby and still want to punch anybody in the nose. This planet needs something around which to center a publicity that will dwarf unpleasant news. It has too many unblessed and not enough blessed events. Hooray for the royal youngster! young-ster! It's just what the doctor ordered! or-dered! ... EPITAPHS FOR TOJO Here Tojo sleeps Flat on bis back, Too deep to make A sneak attackl ... Following the news that President Truman has taken off weight, it de oelops that his opponents have done even more Thev are not even J shadows of their former selves. |