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Show IZiuwtas about Minding Your Business. SANTA MONICA, CALIF. A society is forming in England for the defense of the former Edward VIII, now the duke of Windsor and honorary hon-orary citizen of all places in this country named for the Simpson family. This society does not hope to restore re-store the duke to the throne. That would not only annoy an-noy the archbishop of Canterbury, he already al-ready having things to annoy him, such as Americans, but would seriously upset up-set Mr. Stanley Baldwin, who upsets so easily that it seems strange the British never have thought of calling him ReversibleSlan. Besides, the throne AC" L , Irvin S. Cobb would be quite crowded if the duke tried to snuggle in there along with the present occupants. What some of us over here think and that goes for many Canadians, too is that England has a crying need for a society dedicated to the broad general principle of minding its own business and suffering the duke and his wife to mind theirs. We have a rough idea that both of them can better endure long-distance snubs than officious meddling in their private affairs. Just being an ex-king is a hard enough job even if you can get it to do. Political Afterthoughts. MASTER ROLLO, aged seven, and city raised, was visiting relatives in the country. On his first morning he came in wearing a worried cast of countenance. "Mother," he said, "I've been out under the mulberry trees." "Yes." "Mother, do mulberries have hard backs and six legs and crawl around on the ground?" "Why, certainly not." "Then, Mother," said Rollo ir. stricken tones, "I feel I have made a dreadful mistake." What's the point? Oh nothing, only I got to imagining what the brooding brood-ing regrets of some members of the administration and a majority of the members of the senate must be when they recall the alacrity with which they moved to fill a certain recent vacancy in a certain very high court in fact, the highest one we've got. Hirsute Virility. PARISIAN boulevardiers believe a dense arboreal effect of whiskers is proof that the wearer is indeed a man, without, in all cases, being absolutely convincing about it. We haven't gone that far yet, but I would like to know whence comes this notion of appraising masculine vigor by the amount of hair along the breast-bone? Morbid, I calls it. Two distinguished authors battle when one intimates the other is scantily adorned in that regard, forgetting for-getting that, in the immature summer sum-mer peltage of his kind, an author has but a scanty growth as compared com-pared with the richer winter coat. And then prying reporters ask the new glamor prince of the movies whether he has any fleece at all upon his chest, their tone indicating they rather expected to find trailing arbutus there, or at least some shy anemone. Years ago in the hospital, when I was being shorn for an operation, I remember remarking to myself that here was the only barber who'd ever worked on me without trying to sell me a bottle of hair tonic. Miss America 1937. AT LAST some rational excuse in moral values, anyhow has been found for a so-called national beauty contest. The seventeen-year-old New Jersey Jer-sey girl chosen as "Miss America of 1937" is not going into vaudeville, Is not going to make any personal appearances, is not coming to Hollywood Holly-wood for a screen test, is not going to accept a radio contract, is not even going to write her life story for publication. She will return to school and to the normal home life of a well-raised normal girl that is, unless she changes her mind about it all. If she shouldn't change her mind, she stands out as probably the sanest san-est young person of her age at present pres-ent residing on this continent, or, should we say. this planet. If she should change her mind-well-, the American populace has been fooled many a time and oft before. be-fore. Our grandfathers didn't believe be-lieve human beings ever could fly. Our fathers didn't believe anybody would ever lick John L. Sullivan. Only the other day our United Slates senators didn't believe their fellow-statesman. fellow-statesman. Mr. Black of Alabama, could be a Klansmart. They thought that low but persistent sound of "Ku-Klux, Ku-KI ix" was but the voice of a modest hen. IRVIN S. CORB. D ITOU Service. |