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Show IMlmhi about After Dinner Speeches. HOUSTON, TEXAS. Lately, for my sins, I've had to listen to a jag of after-dinner after-dinner oratory, including plenty of mine. I hope people like to hear me. I do. Feature writers say professional after-dinner speakers are dying out. That mnv be true in New York, where lolks are anxious to get the dinner over with so they may hurry to the nightspots night-spots jnd do some sincere and earnest drinking in an effort to forget what the stock market did to them yesterday and what it's going to do to them tomorrow. rvin s Coub But out In the hinterlands hin-terlands the new crop of native orators ora-tors is a bountiful one; and the typical typ-ical silver tongues of the great open spaces I'm speaking of their neighborhoods although I might include in-clude their mouths are still convinced con-vinced that the sweetest music on-earth on-earth is the sound of one's own voice uplifted in eloquence. An English preacher had the best formula: Stand up to be seen, speak up to be heard, shut up to be appreciated. appre-ciated. If he'd left out all but the last part, 'twould have been a perfect per-fect recipe. Tomorrow's Treasures. WANT to acquire untold wealth for your latter years, or, anyhow, any-how, for your grateful heirs? Then collect things. Collect cheap things which are both common and commonplace. Then sit down and wait for these objects to become obsolete and therefore priceless. Yesterday's necessity is today's junk, but will be tomorrow's treasured treas-ured antique. Assume you'd saved up old circus cir-cus bills, or Mississippi river steamboat steam-boat menus, or buggy whips, or those handpainted slop-jars formerly former-ly found in all truly refined homes. Henry Ford or some museum would take a lot at any price. I'm putting aside literary works of a purely imaginative conception. I have one perfect specimen of idyllic idyl-lic creation a time-table of the old Florida East Coast railroad, also a complete working synopsis of the Townsend plan just sheer fantasy. But the most fanciful romances are the platform pledges adopted at national na-tional conventions of the two great parties during the last twenty years there's real fiction for you! Germany's Colonies. TjVEHY nation is united in the magnanimous attitude that to Germany should be restored the colonies taken from her by the winning win-ning side in the World's war except the nations that acquired the said colonies in the split-up. That's the main hitch. It's more than a hitch. It's a hard knot, tied originally with hate and sealed now , with greed. In other words, sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander gan-der unless it happens to be our gander, which naturally alters the case. Nor seemingly has it occurred to any government that the original owners of Germany's former territorial terri-torial possessions might like to have a say about whom they're going to belong to in future. But then, if ever we started considering the wishes of despoiled native tribes over the world, where would the white man's noble civilization be? Cosmopolites THE last time before this that Captain Mike Hogg and Major Raymond Dickson returned to their ranch at Casa Blanca, Mexico, they were just back from New York. That night, at the bunkhouse, the hands, mostly Texas lads, foregathered foregath-ered to hear the bosses tell about the wonders of the great city. One or two of them had visited New York, so these cosmopolitans proceeded pro-ceeded to exhibit their familiarity with its sights. "Major," said one, "I reckon old Grant's tomb's still doin' business at the same stand, eh?" "And I bet the aquarium is right where she was when I was there," said another. "And all them tall buildin's." There was present one lanky youth who had never been fifty miles away from where he was born, in a bend of the Rio Grande; probably never had seen a town of more than a thousand inhabitants. But with all these seasoned travelers trav-elers showing off, he didn't mean to be left out. He waited for an opening. open-ing. "Cap'n Mike," he said, "tell me, is that there same feller still run-nin' run-nin' the hotel in New York?" IRVIN S. COBB. Copyright. WNU Service. Old Center of Education One of the oldest centers of education edu-cation in America, the University of Havana, was founded January 5, 1728, by a Dominican priest, with the authorization of Pope Innocent XIII. It remained under Papal jurisdiction ju-risdiction until 1842, when it was officially secularized. |