Judge — April 1938 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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IF | DARE SAY SO By Charles B. Driscoll ELL, it is a different world without Opp McINTyRE, isn’t it? Everybody read him, few knew him, and I loved him. . . . Do you realize how much this world of ours has changed with the passing, in rapid suc- cession, of Witt Rocers, ARTHUR BRISBANE, and O. O. M.? Three men, in different modes of expression, made the presses go ‘round, or, to put cause before effect, supplied interest that caused the customers to tant their news- papers. Rocers was one of America’s greatest showmen. BRISBANE was a coolish personality, speaking from the mountain to an immense and trust- ing audience. Opp was a shy, unpre- tentious, sensitive, imaginative, self- effacing country boy, trying to live citi- fied and obsessed with anxiety lest his column fail to please. If his enemies could have known him as I knew him, they would have been his friends. . . . So far as I have been able to learn, no newspaper in the United States failed to editorialize about O. O. when he died, but there may have been one. War scares are a dime a gross, but the HitLer hand in Austria is the most promising lead for the munition-makers up to date. Germany is going to go through with the Austrian movement, now or a little later. And then HERR Hitter will be ready to fight for those colonies. . . . Meantime, we are ma- neuvering to get into the game before the handkerchief has been dropped all around. .. . That's the way to win friends and influence people in Europe at this time, I suppose, but—oh, Mr. RooseveLt, I just thought of some- thing! Who's going to pay for this? (The foregoing paragraph was written several days before Nazi troops crossed the Austrian border.—Ed.) I saw Frazier Hunt and EMmy long enough to tell them I think Spike's book, One American, is one of the best I've read this year. The Hunt's are building a house in Connecticut, as everybody else is also... . ISHBEL Mac- Donato showed ‘em she didn’t care a thistle for all the social brow-hoisting, when she married NoRMAN RIDGLEY, the tinker. Well, if it weren't for a bit of tinker and shoemaker blood got into the first families, this way and that, now and again, the first families would be last and the last would be first. So here's a rouse, ISHBEL, and long may he tinker. . . . I know several tax-ridden tycoons who sighed enviously when they read about the little kingdom AINSsLEY and Frances Conway are making for themselves in the Galapagos Island group, in equatorial Pacific. But it takes more sweat than dreaming to clear yourself a place for a croquet court down there, and I don’t advise it for Wall Streeters. The bulls in Galapagos are wild. ... Applications for O. O. M.'s job reached two thousand the tenth day after his death, and came from the smallest towns, such as Algona, Ia., as well as from the well-knowns closer in. Sir JoHN PeRsHING went to Arizona to fight arthritis, and would have died years ago in any ordinary climate. Yes, he was knighted by Kinc Georce V, and liked it for a while, but the Ameri- can reaction wasn’t good, so the Sir was dropped from (later British Who's Whos. . . . AMON Carter of Texas has been photographed with most of his celebrated friends, and will have a (Page 47, please) “I wisH UNCLE GEORGE WOULD STOP TOSSING UP JUNIOR——" The Judge comicbooks.com