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Year in and year out it will pay you to handle the -EUBANK IRONING BOARD of superiority which make this

Note these points

board a standout:

*U. S. Pcrtent No.2174363 l. All our ironing bocrrds qre well manufcrctured ol thoroughly secrsoned qucrlity lumber.

2. The bocrrds cre built up oI two or more full Iength pieces, mcking cr bocrrd thcrt will not wcrrp or split. All bocrds have c metal cnd qsbestos iron pcd on the lcrrge end on which the iron cqn be slipped without picking it up.

3. The doors hcrve Ponderoscr Pine pcnrels which do not check crnd show crcrcks in the pcrint crs checrper woo& do.

4. The ccst iron swivel is constructed so thcrt the brcce slides in the swivel brccket, eliminqting the customcrry construction ol the brcrce sliding in grooves in the wood, which soon scores the wood crnd does not work freely.

5. The swivel cssembly is in hro pieces only, so thcrt there is nothing thcrt ccrn get out ol order.

6. There qre no proiecting pcrls, wires, cotter keys or trunions on our ironing bocrds to ccrich or tecrr the most deliccte lcbrics.

We may live without poetry, music, and art, We may live without conscience, and live without heart;

'We may live without friends, we may live without books,

But civilized man cannot live without cooks. We may live without books-what is knowledge but grieving?

We may live without hop+what is hope but receiving?

We may live without love-what is passion but pining?

But where is the man who can live without dining?

-Owen Meredith's "Lucille." {ct*

I recalled the above verse the other day when a friend mailed me the bill-of-fare he picked up in a small cafe along the Coast highway in California. It was evidently a cafe for men of large appetite, as evidenced by the following item that caught my attention very promptly: "Hay Bailer's Breakfast. 6 eggs, any style. Two big slices of ham. Two slugs of French fried potatoes. 6 slices toast. All the coffee you can drink. Price, 85 cents." And across the bottom is printed this priceless query: "Is there a man in the house?" I'd say there would need to be, to handle that breakfast. ***

I seldom find myself subscribing very enthusiastically to the opinions of an Eastern gent named Roger W. Babson, but he uttered one in a speech the other day that got my full-fledged indorsement. He was talking about business and politicg, and he said: "What this country needs is to cut out bad habits, settle down to work, go to bed early at night, and take a good dose of salts."

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I have always loved the old story of the good Indian who had pleased the Spirits of the Red Men so much that one of them appeared to him and told him he could have three wishes, and whatever he wished for he would get. So he pointed to the ocean and said-"All whiskey." "You get it," said the Spirit. Then the Indian pointed to a great mountain. "All tobacco," he said. "You get it. And now, you have one more wish," said the Spirit. The Indian scratched his head for a while. "Oh, well," he said, "little more whiskey."

And I would add to the prescription of Mr. Babson, a few more doses of salts. If ever there was a disordered stomach on this earth, this nation has it. ***

The San Francisco Chronicle ran a smart little editorial the other day about Jim Farley, recently the Big Shot in the Democratic Councils, who returned to private life after being slugged, gassed, stabbed, and brass-knuckled by his own gang. The editorial says: "As for Mr. Farley, 'Good Old Pal Jim,' he retires to take over another build-up. He will operate the New York Yankees. THEY USED TO BE CHAMPIONS, TOO.''***

John R. McCarl died the other day. Too little notice was given to that important event. For fifteen years he was Comptroller General of the United States. It was a unique office. He served for a 15-year-term. He was re. sponsible only to Congress. Nobody could fire him, so he could fill his difficult job without fear of political fury. And he DID. It was his job to see that the money belonging to this Government was spent LEGALLY; that it be not diverted for anything, by anybody. He stood like a giant rock for economy in government, for balanced budgets and accounts, for honor and fidelity in all the affairs of government in its responsibility to the people of this nation. He was for work and opposed to waste in all things. He did not belong to this generation. The other day the New Deal convention never even mentioned the word "budget." No wonder McCarl died.

Someone asked " ,r"r,u*n..l"tiln tt " other day. He was talking about the necessity for the American people replacing the pitifully weak Houses of Congress of the past decade with men of power, patriotism, and courage, and he asked this potent question: "Do you think any man would send 'must' laws up Capitol Hill for passage if there were men like Clay, Webster, and Calhoun occupying those desks?" Definitely not. A weak Congress makes a muddled nation.

I've heard of lots of queer antics in the activities of the National Labor Relations Board, but one of their orders issued against an employer in South Carolina hits a high (Continued on Page 8.)