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Show Lights of New York Xs i tillery, engineers, tank corps, service of supplies and air forces each picked a different objective. Some camera club might arrange a noteworthy exhibit of photographs of Presidents of the United States taken while fishing. It is hard to remember any Chief Executive, since the early days of photography, who has not had his picture taken with a fishing rod and one or more fish. A New York family had a good and thrifty cook. Finally she married, but still kept her job. Her husband bought a small car with her savings and started across country as a salesman For a time she heard from him, but the letters finally ceased. After about a year, she got a divorce. Now she is saving up again. . 1933. Bell Syndicate. WNU Service. T'lere has been an effort to revive tb X club in New York. This is an organization whose members were rrawn from all political parties, the object being to exchange ideas. The "members used to meet for dinner about twice a month. During the rest of the month they nursed sore throats and strained vocal chords. As scarce ly anyone in the limited membership agreed with anyone else, discussion used to lead to argument. Why they called it the X club. I do not know it might have been that the members talked each other to death, and X' marked the spot. I have of late seen something of the medical profession and heard many Interesting and amusing stories. For example, there was a woman, rich, pld and crabbed, whose heirs were waiting for something to happen to her. Something did. Her doctor diagnosed a clear case of pernicious .anemia, and this was before the liver extract treatment had been discovered. discov-ered. The doctor admitted that he could do nothing and that the old lady 1 had only a few months to live. Apparently, Ap-parently, she didn't believe him. Year followed year, and still she survived. Knowing that this was not according to the best medical opinion, the relatives rela-tives grew restive and even the doctor was considerably annoyed. He felt that h had given his honest professional profes-sional verdict and that his patient was mrking a sucker of him. " It waa not until the liver treatment was discovered that the doctor realized real-ized what was wrong. Having money, the old lady was able to Indulge her tastes. It happened that she had a yearning for pate de fois gras. Every day she ate at least one tin or jar of it. The truffles probably did her no good, but the goose liver kept her alive. A plastic surgeon tells me that he recently has done a fine restoration Job on two Armenian women who, before be-fore they came to America, were captured cap-tured by the Kurds and decorated according ac-cording to tribal custom. A neat design de-sign was tattooed on their foreheads, dots were indelibly Inked on their noses, and the tattoo artist did a bit of work on their chins. The plastic surgeon's problem was to remove all these adornments. He finally did it, and claims that the operations will not even leaves scars. When we are told that a country such as Australia has weathered the financial depression and is making swift recovery, and that, after what seemed like a hopeless condition ' there, unemployment Is growing less and taxes actually have been reduced, re-duced, there appears to be no reason why this rich country, with Infinitely more resources, should not make Its way out of any slough of despond. And, here in New York, many profess pro-fess to believe that we have taken our first steps back to firmer ground. One trouble would seem to be that this rich and fertile country is so large that each section has its own problems and develops its own point of view. We appear to need a little more co-ordination, a little more teamwork, a little more ability to see the other fellow's angle. No war could be won by an army in which the infantry, ar- ' |