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Show about: Third Term Ballyhoo. SANTA MONICA, CALIF. After a president has been re-elected it's certain that some inspired patriot who is snuggled close to the throne will burst from his cell with a terrible yell to proclaim pro-claim that unless the adored incumbent consents again to succeed himself this nation is doomed. Incidentally the said patriot's present job and perquisites also would be doomed, so h e couldn't be je ""J blamed for privately y' " brooding on the dis- ' j tressful thought. You s j wouldn't call him l'(V'1 selfish, but you , s j could call him hope- x s luU especially since ,mm 1 there's a chance his ' -3k' A ballyhoo may direct J attention upon him J ""'a. 1 as a suitable candi-date candi-date when his Idol Irvin S. Cobb says no to the proposition. prop-osition. He might ride in on the backwash, which would be even nicer than steering a tidal wave for somebody else. Political observers have a name for this. They call it "sending up a balloon." It's an apt simile, a balloon being a flimsy thing, full of hot air, and when it soars aloft nobody knows where it will coma down if at alt It lacks both steering steer-ing gears and terminal facilities. There have been cases when the same comparison might have been applied not alone to the balloon but to the gentleman who launched it So let's remain calm. It's traditional tradi-tional in our history that no president presi-dent ever had to go ballooning in order or-der to find out how the wind blew and that no volunteer third-term boomer ever succeeded In taking the trip himself. Modern Prairie Schooners. "17"E'RE certainly returning ' with modern Improvements to prairie schooner days when restless rest-less Americans are living on wheels and housekeeping on wheels and having babies on wheels. Only the other day twins were born aboard a trailer. And who knows? perhaps per-haps right now the stork, with a future president in her beak, is flapping flap-ping fast, trying to catch up with somebody's perambulating bungalow. bunga-low. So it's a fitting moment to revive the story of early Montana when some settlers were discussing the relative merits of various make3 of those canvas-covered arks which bore such hosts of emigrants westward. west-ward. They named over the Cones-toga, Cones-toga, the South Bend, the Murphy, the Studebaker and various others. From under her battered sunbon-nat sunbon-nat there spoke up a weather beaten old lady who, with her husband and her growing brood, had spent the long years bumping along behind an ox team from one frontier camp to another. "Eoys," she said, shifting her snuff-stick, "I always did claim the old hickory waggin wuz the best one there is fur raisin' a family in." Pugs Versus Statesmen. TT'S confusing to read that poor decrepit Jim Eraddock, having reached the advanced age of thirty-four thirty-four or thereabouts, is all washed up, and, then, In another column, to discover that leading candidates to supply young blood on the Supreme Su-preme court bench are but bounding bound-ing juveniles of around sixty-six. Thi3 creates doubt in the mind of a fellow who, let us say, Is quite a few birthdays beyond that engendered en-gendered vreck, Mr. Eraddock, yet still has a considerable number of years to go before he'll be an agile adolescent like some senators. He can't decide whether he ought to join the former at the old men's home or enlist with the latter In the Eoy Scouts. Quiescent Major Generals. SOMETHING has gone out of life. For months now no general of the regular army, whether retired or detailed to a civilian job, has talked himself Into a jam a raspberry rasp-berry Jam, if you want to make a cheap pun of it. May be it's being officially gagged for so long while on active service that makes such a conversational Tessie out of trie average brigadier when he goes into private pursuits and lets his hair down. It's as though he took off his tact along vith his epaulettes. And when ho subsides there's always another to take his place. You see, under modern warfare the commanding officer Is spared. He may lead the retreat, but never the charge. When the boys go over the top In he out In front waving a sword? ll'il so you'd notice it. liy the ti':' rul'3 he's signim papers in a bombproof nine miles behind the lines and about the only peril he runs la from laek of fxerei:,e In the fre;h liir. Maybe, in vlev of what so often happens vben peaee rir'.urn, we should save on private"! Instead of genera li. IIIVIN H. COIIIl. , -WNV C' rvl' . |
