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Show place, I don't like spelling games and never did. And, if they don't start a spelling game, they begin on definitions. defini-tions. That's just as bad. Who cares about the difference between biennial and biannual? And, by the way, what does "moiety" mean? (Sl. 1931. Boll Rvnrtii-ativ) WNU Service. LIGHTS OF NEW YORK By WALTER TRUMBULL I There Is a New York woman of wealth and position who never has had a high regard for regulations of the order which appear to her a bit stupid and unnecessary. Up to recent times, of course, men have made laws and women have made customs, and the fact Is that the average women, being really much more independent of thought than any man, is governed mainly by her own sense of the fitness of things rather than by any legal N code. That may not be clear to you, but I know what I mean. At any rate, for various reasons, this woman had not been abroad in rather a long time, but decided to spend a season In Europe. She discovered that she had to obtain a passport. Used to special consideration, she did not see why she had to take out such a document, she being a nice person whom any country should be glad to entertain, and, If she did have to take it out, she didn't see why there was so much red tape to be unraveled. Finally she got the passport and showed it to her husband. He, being a man, was considerably startled when he looked it over. "This picture Is you, all right," he said, "but they must have made a mistake. mis-take. The description doesn't fit you in the least. Your eyes, for example, are light blue. This describes them as hazel." "Yes," said his wife calmly. "I always al-ways have wanted hazel eyes." "What has that got to do with it?" said the man. "Your eyes are blue." "Don't be silly," said his wife. "When they insisted upon my describing describ-ing myself, I thought of just how I had always wished to look, so I just pretended I looked that way. It's a very good description." When last seen, the husband looked as If he were about to have apoplexy. It has become really dangerous to sit around with your friends. A lot of them appear to have succumbed to an educational complex. They want you to play spelling games, one of those games where somebody mentions a letter, and the next one adds a letter, let-ter, and so on around the room until somebody completes the word. When you complete a word, you drop out. In the first place, certain of my friends have charged that I keep my spelling in my wife's name, and in the second |