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Show Spl Moving Finger The moving finger writes, and having writ i-ioves on: nor all your piety nor wit Shall lure it Lack to cancel half a line, Nor all your tears wash out a word of it." Omar Khayyam a show, ,1 LOOKED funny enough. Kids! - G'Bye, now. Lois Child EDITORS NOTE: The Herald assumes no responsibility in publishing pub-lishing signed stories or articles, appearing in the paper. Neither does the opinion expressed in the articles necessarily rajlcct that of the Herald itself. A lot of good it did me to sound i off about Christmas in July; have you folks seen a certain window on Main Street? Ha! You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go in there every day that I'm up town, from now on, and ask for something strictly out of season, like a white handbag or a straw ! hat, or something. And if they ' don't have 'em, or can't find 'em I'm gonna howl my head off. Santa Clause in the window, before Hallowe'en Hal-lowe'en For Pete's sake! Fellow protesters, let us meet some evening even-ing on the bank corner and organize organ-ize a Society For The Prevention of Cruelty to Christmas . . . We might even be able to get a bill good. You have to be pretty good, chums, or he won't read you! Anyway, Any-way, I remarked to my son that this was a very unfunny article this week, but that I couldn't help it. I, just didn't feel funny. To which he replied that it didn't before the next legislature, making mak-ing it a felony, or at least a misdemeanor, mis-demeanor, to play or sing "Jingle Bells" for commercial purposes before be-fore Labor Day. Looks as though the slow-boiling political pot ha?, at last begun be-gun to simmer. I thought there ought to be a woman running for councilman on both tickets, and I still think so. Not that the men who are running aren't good candidates can-didates we couldn't go wrong on any of them, far as I can see. At least, we couldn't if they will stand by their guns and see that their platforms are carried out after aft-er election. And by carried out, I do not mean carried out and junked. jun-ked. I notice both parties have made statements about Hobble Creek. With tongue in cheek, I would like to observe that if the winning party can't decide what to do with that lovely baby-snatcher which so beautifies and terrifies, our city, it might be a good idea to try a temporary measure while the engineers en-gineers investigate. Seems to me that if a potential killer from the State pen were on . the loose Good heavens, how ridiculous! the police wouldn't ignore him while they decided what to do with him. They'd go right on policing, polic-ing, I hope. This is a project near and dear to me, and if any of you readers don't want to hear anything any-thing more about it. you'd ' better not follow the Finger, because it's going to point with stubborn scorn at the creek and open culverts until un-til something is done about it or I am banned from public prints. Which reminds me I seem to have made one or two enemies, strictly unintentionally, just like Mr. Robertson said I would. I'm sorry about that, because I've never had an enemy that I know of, and I don't want any; but there are a few things that people get by with that I think are pretty crumby, and if nobody ever mentions men-tions them they'll STILL get by with them. Far be it from me to throw stones, me and my all-glass house that the Lord didn't provide with shutters, but I will, from time to time throw a few shoes. And if they fit anyone, they're welcome to wear them. Well, the deer season is over, and the next hazard will be the pheasant season, which opens Saturday. Sat-urday. Those doggone little lead pellets are more deadly than rifle bullets, in a way; you don't usually just peacefully die of them, thereby there-by evading the Department of Internal In-ternal Revenue in the only way known to man. Oh, no you lose a hand or an eye or a leg. Shall we have another slogan, for pheasant season? Okay, here we go: Watch That Gun-, Son Husbands Don't Grow On Trees. Hey somebody in the group of people who wrote of the Herald their ideas on how to run a newspaper news-paper mentioned a movie and book review column. That sounds like a swell idea; why doesn't someone start one? Naturally, it's up to Mr. Conover, but a lot of us would like to know a little about some of the current movies before we send our kids to them and a lot of us would like to know a little about some of the new books before be-fore we waste an evening on them. I will take it upon myself this week to mention a movie which played here a week or so ago, and which every American ought to see. "Home Of The Brave," is its title, and if you don't see it here, pick it up somewhere else. It's about race prejudice, and therefore controversial, con-troversial, so I am not going to go into it at length. It speaks for itself. it-self. This week's Bravo goes to the producers who made it; and this week's Boo goes to the babe who sat behind me during its showing, and laughed in all the wrong places. They say that every fifth child born in the world is a Chinese ... I hope she has five children. Good Gravy, this is a solemn column this week, to coin a phrase. I hope my friend Bob Parker reads this; I thought that was pretty |