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SURE SIGN . . . Coming events had certainly cast their shadows in display workrooms many months ago. For on V-E Day it was amazing how quickly the windows of downtown stores were dressed appropriately. Flags and V's and scrolls with patriotic inscriptions hung in all the correct colors against correct backgrounds. Harzfeld's always exciting windows were masterpieces of simplicity — with white rcphcas of the Winged Victory set like solitaires, lone and eloquent, one to each window. But in the five-and-ten next door they proudly displayed what we considered the town's most implicit symbol of Victory: they'd filled half of one window with babies' tiny pants — all rubber.
ON A CLEAR DAY ... Not long ago, a friend of ours who had nothing better to do for the moment, idly picked up her pair of binoculars and walked over to the window. She executed a couple of peripheries with the high-powered glasses. Suddenly something swam into her ken that left her gasping. She had looked straight into the lenses of another pair of binoculars staring from another window in another apartment house.
SOUR NOTE ... In the midst of a peaceful (to the point of stunned) V-E Day in Kansas City, news of the Halifax incident descended with sinister import. Can wars be prevented, ever, as long as supposedly civilized people insist on putting the riot into patriotism?
IT'S BETTER THAN BEATING A DRUM ... It was noon in Price's. Swarms of people. Two young civilians, very Stanley Clements, and one young Naval officer with an overseas ribbon, were ganged up at the far end of the candy counter. Their means of attracting the pretty blonde clerks was a loud, good natured whistling of a current juke-box tune. You can guess which one. We thought it one of the plcasanter ways of demanding — and getting — attention. When you want candy — just whistle it.
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HOW TO WRITE A BEST-SELLER . . . Our friend, Meme La Moto, is reading Forever Amber, and concludes that she, too, will turn out a historical romance. Her plan is to take a copy of Beard and Beard, remove every other paragraph, and replace it with sex.
"Oui, when Madame came in, I seen she was just the type for Henri's very tres chic coiffure!"