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Show brLabout: The Cultural Expansion SANTA MONICA, CALIF. What a war it has been for education. They were savages, ruthless and very ignorant. But now they know about the armored tank and the screaming shell and the adminicle llarne thrower which cooks the Ilcsh on the living bom;. They were Isolated. Ir.it ole long - distance friin, she alio' kin 11 rid v-'"Jr;-y".f you whurever j'ou's ' 1 (it; all he wants f'j Is you' home ad- i drrns. They had f!Zv . 1 barbaric p r I d e f j ' 'twas the breath In , . ; j their black nostrils - j but poison pas : , ' would le the run; ; ',4 for that foolish- '. ' 1 ness. Like foxes, m .A..ai.i .4 they den In the rvin 3. Cobb. earth. The scout plane crimes anil makes scrap of their bodies. Like lions, the naked spearsmen advance; the machine gun levels the ranks down flat. Like moles, the fugitives burrow under the mud walls. So, wllh his hih explosives, the white man blasts them out. Verily, there Is no excusing any rare, however remote, however backward, for failure to share In the cultural beauties of this modern civilization. Joe Robinson' Elegance SKNATOK Joe Koblnson, somewhere some-where In Arkansas, Dear Sen. I hear some of the boys are agin you for re-election because you've been (fullty of spals In the first degree. If your bomefolks predicate fitness for olllce on ruggedness of feet, I'rimo Camera Is their man. Hut If they want brains at the other end to balance the load, I Insist you've got the credentials. I know how you've suffered. You put on spats, and, just about the time you quit being self-conscious, the weather turns warm on you. Still, a more tolerant day Is dawning. dawn-ing. Why, the first time I wore spats in I'aducah I needed police protection. It was a good thing for me I wasn't a Yankee. So cheer up, Sen. At least they didn't prove a monocle on you. Yours sympathetically, Cobb. A Week of Peace TO THE sentimentalists amongst us, the peril of the moment Is that we may run out of these some-thing-or-other weeks. You know, weeks dedicated to bay fever or sanitary san-itary plumbing or ankle-length union un-ion suits or anemic Armenians. You see, we only have 52 weeks to start with. The surest way to spoil a good thing Is to overdo It. That also goes for salad dressings, four-plus pants, rice pudding and the young thing who puts so much make-up on her eye lashes she looks as though she were peeping out through two buttonholes but-tonholes In an old plush vest. Any party could gain a lot of votes by Inserting a plank In Its platform calling for just one plain, old-fashioned week starting without excitement excite-ment on a Monday and ending very quietly the following Sunday. Tugwell and Native Sons T TNT1L he hauled off and made that speech recently, Professor Tugwell was leading the brain trust with the title of Chief Lobe. lie may still be that, but Just the same, If I were Tugwell, I believe I'd follow fol-low the advice-which the fire 'department 'de-partment prints oh the theater programs pro-grams "Look about you now and choose the nearest exit." Speaking of vanishing species, whatever became of the pedestrian classes In America you know, people peo-ple who went places by the quaint old-fashioned process called w'alk-lng? w'alk-lng? Today the population seems exclusively to be made up of two major ma-jor groups those with cars who are riding and those with thumbs who crave to do so. And, speaking of traveling, I've discovered what, In tlie modern sense of the term, is a true California Cali-fornia native son. A native son Is a fellow who has been here long enough to sell his trailer. Two Promising Actors MY HUDniNC. ambition to turn actor has had a boost. A young fellow, who, I predict, will yet get somewhere In this business if he keeps on trying, was over here, and, after dinner, this party, whose name Is Charles Chaplin, gave an imitation of a buzzard 'lighting alongside a sick horse. Such judges as Claudette Colbert and Edna May Oliver agreed that, as a buzzard, he would fool any living creature, except possibly another an-other buzzard. But talk about acting, now. By special request I played the principal princi-pal supporting role, that of the horse, and the sheer artistry of the performance gave delight to one and all. So now I'm convinced my future Is assured, If only we can get somebody to write a show with a part In It for a sick horse. IRVIN S. COBB. North American NVwypnper AUIarre, Inc. W.NU Service. |
