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Show babout: BEVERLY HILLS, CALIF. The more I ponder on Italy's sacrifices in Ethiopia, as balanced against what she gains, the more I'm reminded of the old story of the Confederate Confed-erate who was released from a northern prison camp after the Kin-render. Skeleton-thin from jail fever ami debility, he started on tottery legs for the Ohio river, determined de-termined to die on southern soil. One night this poor f rack-o-'bones crept ) Into a haymow. Next morning, early, ear-ly, the hired man heard suspicious sounds In the loft and ran for reinforcements. rein-forcements. Presently, Pres-ently, the ex-captive's refuge was surrounded by stalwart, stal-wart, armed men. The farmer's six- foot son leveled a Irvin S.Cobb cocked musket. "Come out of thar, whoever you be," he bellowed. "Consarn. your hide, we got you." The southerner raised a white face. "Yas," he said, wanly, "and one h 1 of a git you got." His Next Movie. WE'RE starting a new picture, and I am teamed up with Slim Summervlile, 6 feet 6 of pure comedy, com-edy, and little Jane Withers for her age, the greatest scene-stealer In the business. It's as though Little Lit-tle Boy Blue were sandwiched in between Jesse James and Calamity Jane. Well, as I go down for the third time I'll still be gurgling feebly, fee-bly, so give me credit, please, as an earnest gurgler. They call our picture "Public Nuisance Number 1," but a movie Is like an Indian starts out with a name and winds up with anyone of a half-dozen. I once knew a Black-foot Black-foot who was first one thing, then another, and the best he could do for himself In his old age was to be known as Chief Many Tail Feathers Feath-ers Going Over the Hill. ' Pranks of Zioncheck. 'TpHE papers seemed so barren -I not a singlo front page story about Representative Zioncheck, wasmngton's No. 1 Boy Scout. Life, indeed, is empty on a day whose low descending sun sees no gay deed done, no headline won by the nation's official problem child. He may have, started off at the foot of the ladder, alphabetically speaking, but his startled constituents constitu-ents can't complain that the gallant lad stayed there. Either he's getting get-ting pinched or getting jailed or getting married or getting his pen in hand to tell the President how to run the country, or getting ready to polish off some fellow-statesman of the house, or just getting about. And hasn't he put the throbbing pulse into the Congressional Record? Rec-ord? It reads now sometimes as the old Police Gazette used to. Rules for Olympics. A S I understand it and some-body some-body correct me, please, If I'm wrong the rules for the forthcoming forthcom-ing Olympic Games In Berlin have been so revised that It will be quite all right for any of our Jewish athletes ath-letes to take part just so they don't win. I'm wondering, thought, about what may happen when the American Amer-ican team turns up over there with a whole batch of negro foot-racers In the outfit. It's going to be awfully aw-fully hard to convince a Prussian crowd that they're merely medlum-to-weil-done Nordic-Caucasian stock browned in the pan, so to speak. It so happens that our fastest runners are all colored boys. Perhaps Per-haps 'tis just as well. They may have to keep right on running. Improvement In Influenza. TN RESPONSE to large numbers who wrote or wired, I would state that either I'm getting over my influenza, or maybe I'm just getting get-ting used to it. Its latest whimsical whimsi-cal notion was to settle in both ears, and now should It thunder, a rare occurrence out there, In order or me to get the benefit of the phenomenon, phe-nomenon, It'll have to thunder again and louder. However, being temporarily tem-porarily deaf has its advantages: I don't hear the dull things the other people say, but can still enjoy the bright things I say myself. As will be noted, Tin back from Palm Springs, where I cooked In the desert sunshine until all I needed need-ed to do before being served was to drape a sprlsr of watercross across my brow and thicken the gravy with a little brown flour. Driving In, I kept tying up the traffic; so many motorists mistook my face for a stop signal. Should I relapse I'm going to try to throw myself into the epizootic. That's a horse disease, but I've been as sick as a horse and had to be as strong as a horse to live through It and, anyhow, I know a gooc' horse doctor. IRVIN S. COBB. Copyright. WNC Service. I |