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Show fHI.Phillipr W THOUGHTS ON THE MINUTE MAN The Minute Man was a minute-man minute-man regardless of hours. He was ready to fight any minute and nothing less than five years was considered overtime. over-time. He came Into being at Bunker Hill (which was not a golf course) and at Lexington (which was not a sedan). He would have thought he was being mollycoddled if all he had been asked to give up was comfortable com-fortable transportation and the I two lumps of sugar in his cof- I fee. The Minute Man would have thought himself a Five-Minute Egg tf he felt it necessary for his gov-, ernment to mention his war obligations obliga-tions every time there was any mention men-tion of indigestion tablets, beer, whisky, cigars and toothpastes. Rationing was such a self-cultivated habit with him, even in time of peace, that in time of war he regarded re-garded it as impeding the national effort if he admitted he had an appetite ap-petite for fresh meat. The Minute Man wasn't so called because he watched the minute hand on a clock; when his country was in peril he didn't even watch the hour hand! The one tool he kept at hand at all times was his rifle, and he was his own night and day shift. His life was so hazardous that he thought saving his scalp was more important than saving money; and rie would have been a little sickened oy the thought that he would be recorded as doing his part if he merely bought war bonds. The Minute Man thought the minutes important. And the only price he fixed on them was in terms of life and death. In time of war he thought his rights fully protected if, at the end f every minute, he still had his jun and could replenish his powder. . The Minute Man never dreamed f 30-minute radio programs to arouse his patriotism; to have listened lis-tened to a 15-minute air appeal to lis Americanism every few hours would have made him feel insulted. The Minute Man wanted his news straight and his battle reports un-iiluted; un-iiluted; and the one thing his government gov-ernment never had to ask was, "Shall we tell him now or do you think it would upset him?" The Minute Man was a man every minute. He won against incredible odds after years of heroism. He made secure a great nation na-tion for nearly two centuries. NO CARD! To market, to market Some sugar to buy; Home again, home again . . . Sugar me eye! Elmer Twitchell is so timid these sugar rationing days that he doesn't even address his wife as "My sweet" any more. MIKE AND MEYER No leering, fetid jests did they employ em-ploy They used no jokes from smoking room or pit, And yet down through, the years they brought us joy By cleverness and decency and wit. Theirs was no search for situations vile No gags dug from the sewers of Broadway Clean, wholesome comedy, such was their style And they would have been out of place today. Farewell to Mike, farewell to Meyer, Mey-er, too! To them we bow and gladly give great thanks. For they were comics to traditions true, Who never dug for laughs beneath wet planks! "California to Try Dim-out" Headline. If it wants lessons it should take the matter up with Connecticut. WAR TIME R. R. TRAVEL Fading out is Peter Mower Who always had to have a lower. Cramped in style is Bosley Baer Who wouldn't ride without a "chair." Quite depressed is Peter Cable He had to have a chair and table. Bananas are hard to get, due to sinkings of banana boats by subs. They're sinking 'em, as it were, in bunches. |