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Show fHLPhWpr PRIVATE PURKEY AT SAN FRANCISCO Dear Ed: Well I am out here at the San Francisco world huddle on "What is the Best Way for a World to Stop Cutting Its Own Throat" and all I can say is that if the boys don't get together on it this time they are crazier than was even suspected. sus-pected. I got one piece of advice for them which I took from a piece of sheet music. It is "Accentuate the positive, posi-tive, minermize the negative and don't mess with Mister-In-Between." That should be the slogan here from start to finish. A lot of people has got the Idea this is a peace conference, which is gooney on account of you can't hold no peace conference until a war Is over and the only people who think this global shindig is over are the ones who are too busy in dark cellars raising mushrooms at home to know what goes on outdoors. This is just a conference to keep the fire from breaking out all over again once it gets pat out. It is suffering from overcrowding, overcrowd-ing, bad ventilation, mutual suspicions, suspi-cions, long speeches and difficulty getting pants back from the suit pressers on time. There is more jealousies than you would find at a party thrown for Frankle Sinatra by a bunch of bobby-sockers, and there have even been a couple oi gooa fights in the halls and out behind the garage. But everybody here knows just the same that they all ' got to get together on an antisuicide pact or spend the rest of their lives trying to outguess jet bombs. Don't worry too much about the Polish situation. This is a tough one and it is too bad. But it can wait. Letting it stymie this meeting is just the same as if a lot of neighbors neigh-bors outside a burning village held a emergency meeting to make plans for bigger hydrants, but decided to have a argument first over whether one of the firemen fell off a ladder or was pushed. The one need of the world after this war is going to be a League of Nations with guts instead of umbrellas. um-brellas. And It has got to have a headquarters without no golf links attached. So I don't think the pussyfooters, rubber backbone boys, fixers and fancy waltzers is going to get nowhere no-where at this meeting, even if I admit some of 'em is getting a lot of headlines. This is a pretty screwy world but I still think it is not 100 per cent nuts yet. As ever, Oscar. CIRCUS BACK HOME Dear Hi: 'Member when the circus cir-cus used to come to our town; how you got up at 4 a.m. and was down at the railroad yards to see them unload; begged fpr a chance to carry water to, the elephants (sometimes brought a pail along with you to show you meant business) busi-ness) in exchange for an admission admis-sion ticket; rushed home and gobbled gob-bled up (or down) your breakfast so as to be downtown in time for the parade; followed it up to the grounds so as to see the "free show" as soon as the procession got to the "big top?" Then gulped down two or more glasses of "red lemonade"; was one of the first to buy a ticket of the fellow who always wore a silk hat and held the bills between the fingers of one hand while passing out red tickets to the pushing crowd; spent an hour in the animal tent; looked for the octopus which the posters pos-ters had shown as attacking a four-masted four-masted schooner, its arms clutching all the topmasts while sailors with axes were trying to slay the monster, mon-ster, and then found the object of your search to be dead, dried up and fastened to a frame only about 8 feet square? Then get Inside and set through an hour or so of thrills that gave you the creeps up and down your back; bought a bag of peanuts; lost your heart to the girl in pink lights performing on the most beautiful black horse you ever hoped to see; lamented the fact that you didn't have an extra dime so as to see "the most stupendous, extravaganza extrava-ganza the world has ever seen, to be presented immediately after the performance"? I'm in the throes of incipient nostalgia. nos-talgia. Even a steam calliope couldn't break my dream. Well, the big league baseball magnates, after a winter spent shivering for fear they might name somebody to succeed Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis who would be like Judge Landis, have named Senator "Happy" Chandler Chand-ler to the job. He reminds them of the judge, because he is so different. dif-ferent. Maybe, after all, the Landis set-up was wrong. He should have been called "Dimples" Landis. |