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Show bdabout: The State of the World. CANTA MONICA, CALIF. O Up in Montreal a veteran veter-an showman says he talk3 with chimpanzees in their own language. I wish he'd ask one of his chimpanzee pals what he thinks about the present setup of civilization. Because I can't find any humans who agree as to where we all are going and what the chances are of getting get-ting there. In fact, the only two who appear ap-pear to be certain about it are young Mr. Corcoran and young Mr. Cohen, and they seem to hesitate at times not much, but just a teeny-weeny b i t which is disconcerting disconcert-ing to the lay mind. We are likely to lose IrVin S. Cobb confidence even In a comet, once it starts wobbling on us. I'm also upset by a statement from England's greatest star-gazer they call, him the astronomer royal, roy-al, which, by coupling It with the royal family, naturally gives astronomy astron-omy a great social boost In England and admits it to the best circles. He says the moon is clear off its mathematically prescribed course. Cash Versus I. O. U.'s. NLY a few weeks ago the front .- pages were carrying dispatches dis-patches saying the adjustment of Great Britain's defaulted debt was just around the corner. Economists and financiers had discussed terms of settlement. Figures were quoted mainly figures calling for big reductions re-ductions on our part, but never mind that. They were figures anyhow. Lately the papers have been strangely silent on the subject. Perhaps Per-haps you remember the old story told on the late John Sharp Williams, Wil-liams, who frequented a game at Washington where sportive statesmen states-men played poker for heavy stakes mostly with those quaint little fictional fic-tional products called I. O. U.'s as mediums of exchange. Early one morning a fellow senator sena-tor met the famous Mississippian coming from an all-night session. "I certainly mopped up," he proclaimed. pro-claimed. "I won $3,000 and what's more, $3.75 of it was in cash." Autumn Millinery. TUST as the poor, bewildered males are becoming reconciled to the prevalent styles in women's hats, up bobs a style creator in New York warning us that what we've thus far endured is merely a foretaste fore-taste of what's coming. In other words, we ain't seen nothin'l For autumn, he predicts a quaint number with a slanted peak fifteen inches high, which, I take it. will make the wearer look like a refugee trying to escape from under un-der a collapsing pagoda. Another is a turban entirely composed com-posed of rooster feathers. A matching coat of rooster feathers feath-ers goes with this design. But in the old days they used hot tar. A third model features for its top-hamper top-hamper a series of kalsomine brushes sticking straight up. Naturally, Nat-urally, the hat itself will imitate a barrel of whitewash. But the gem of all is a dainty globular structure of Scotch plaid. Can you imagine anything more becoming be-coming to your lady wife than an effect suggesting that she's balancing balanc-ing a hot-water bag on her brow? "IWcGuiTeyisms." 'TpHE lieutenant-governor of Ohio -- urges a return to "McGuffey-ism" "McGuffey-ism" for settling modern problems. 'Twas in a McGuffey reader that I met those prize half-wits of literature lit-erature the Spartan boy who let the fox gnaw his vitals; the chuckle-headed chuckle-headed youth who stood on the burning burn-ing deck; the congenial idiot who climbed an alp in midwinter while wearing nothing but a night shirt and carrying a banner labeled "Excelsior" "Ex-celsior" in order to freeze to death; the skipper who, when the ship va3 sinking, undertook to calm the passenger? pas-senger? by but wait, read the immortal im-mortal lines: "We are lost!" the captain shouted, As he staggered down the stair. And then the champion of all the Dutch lad who discovered a leak in the dyke so he stuck his wrist in the crevice and all night stayed there. In the morning, when an early riser came along and asked what was the general Idea, the heroic urchin said but let rne quote the exact language of the book: " 'I am hindering the sea from running in,' was the simple reply of the child." ..Simple? I'll tell the world! Nothing could be simpler except an authority on hydraulics who figures that, when the Atlantic ocean starts boring through n crack in a rnurl wall, you can hold it back by using one r.rnall Dutch boy's arm for a itopper. iitvi.N s. t:oi:i:. 't Vt r.u-rn f. v':r''ip'T Union, |