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Disney’s latest release (and by far the best), ’'The Laughing Princess,” you will know that our Shirley is responsible for that infectious titter with which the princess wins the hearts of bold knights.
We happened to be hanging around the other day when the “President Margaret” docked after a world cruise. We hastened to see if any passengers of note would issue forth. Having stared hopefully into many faces, we were about to retreat to our office when we saw wandering down the gangplank none other than that famous traveler, Miss Karla Yepsen, followed by several stewards bearing poly' stickered trunks. We followed her till she came to a halt and a big “Y.” And while a panting little man set about examining her baggage, we questioned Miss Yepsen about her favorite country. We had a hard time pinning her down; she wanted to be fair to them all. Finally she admitted that Egypt did have its advantages. She especially felt an affinity for the sphinxes—they are so easy to talk to.
The fight for better hours, more sleep, and lighter chains for the fugitives in the Georgia chain gangs is now in its tenth round. Miss Nunnally, who was1the Jessie Nunnally of Hartridge 1940, first tried her battles both in English and French in her classes in the Academic. Miss Nunnally is a learned character, and I know we all are familiar with her in that riot she caused last year sometime when she wanted to glue up the crack in the Liberty Bell. We didn’t get a glimpse of this promoter of prisoners’ welfare, but as she flew over New York we heard her Southern drawl above the roar of the clipper as she was asking the pilot if he could drop her off on the Empire State Building.
We’ve all wanted to lead a secluded life at one time or another. We all get fed up with the hubbub of the city, but no one ever did so except Virginia Coerr. She lies under the magnolia trees, with her mint julep and her dogs, relaxing in the luxury of privacy. Once in a while she claws her way out of the Spanish moss and takes a trip to the North to sneer at the rioting throngs, but with a look of sorrow and pity for the madding crowd, she leaves the metropolis and sneaks home to peace.
Another battleship off the ways, another million spent, another bottle of champagne smashed, and once again Betsy Royal has launched one of her godchildren of the navy. Betsy, the queen of the seas, has been smashing bottles since she could first hold one. Miss Royal is the child, mother, and grandmother of the fleet. When she dies, she will be buried as a true salt wrapped in Old Glory and seaweed. Her sons will all be destined for the water, and her daughters will be eligible to sailors only and are to be old maids before they’re allowed to link their lives with the army. Miss Royal has been following her battleships and destroyers like a sea gull, but now at her journey’s end, she says she will return to brood on her nest, get married, have children, and watch her children have children. All this for the Navy!
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