Source:Danver-1933-02-14
Charles F. Danver. Pittsburghesque. Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Feb. 14, 1933, p. 8. Newspapers.com 90309396.
Day of Rest.
How they put in their Sunday afternoons: Mayor Charles H. Kline reads—usually the Pittsburgh papers, a favorite New York journal, and two periodicals devoted to news and comment on affairs of the day. But no fiction. Says he hasn't time.
Attorney Charles B. Prichard is a crossword puzzle addict—and admits it. He has worked every one he has ever come across and that's where his winter Sunday afternoons go—from 20 minutes to three hours of each, depending on how tough the words are. In the summer he likes to get out and play golf.
A brave lady is Mrs. T. M. Stahlman, president of the Congress of Women's Clubs, who confesses that she finds Sunday afternoon an ideal time to steal a refreshing nap, after her usually busy week. Sometimes she motors into the country.
John S. Herron, president of city council, also likes to get out in the car. His favorite drives are those that offer a view of the rivers; he is his own chauffeur, and is generally gone a couple of hours. On those Sundays when he isn't out riding, he may be found strolling around the Highland Park reservoir.
Reading engages the attention of Mrs. J. O. Miller, leader of Allegheny county's women voters, and it's usually biography or fiction. Chancellor John G. Bowman of Pitt frequently spends Sunday afternoon at his Bedford county farm.
William E. Benswanger, president of the Pittsburgh Baseball Club, likes to take his five-year-old son, William D., for a walk, play the piano for a spell, and listen to the New York Philharmonic on the radio. But sometimes there are meetings to attend.
The writing of short stories and plays occupies Attorney Louis Little. And the reply of State Senator James J. Coyne to the query—what does he do on Sunday afternoons?—was an amused, "If I did tell you, nobody would believe me!"
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From an Unpublished Guidebook.
Charette way is a small cul-de-sac opening into lower Fifth avenue, between Liberty and Penn, whose only mark of distinction is the antique lantern that hangs above the door of the Pittsburgh Architectural Club. But for the club the little alley would be nameless.
When the organization established itself there five years ago, city council, at the suggestion of the members and through the good offices of W. Y. English, designated the passage "Charette way"—after a type of cart in which architectural students, in the old days, were conveyed in a last minute scramble to turn in their problems.
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You Gals!
A girl friend was remarking to Anna Jane Phillips, of the staff, that they certainly must make her work hard at the paper.
"What makes you think so?" asked Anna Jane.
"Why," the other dolly replied, "almost every story I read has your initials, A. P., at the top."
("AP" is the symbol of the Associated Press!)
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More 'n' More.
Some more Signies: Anonymous, South Hills (in an outlying store): "Man Is Made of Dust. Dust Settles. Are You a Man?" . . . W. M. Napier (in a downtown dance hall): "The Directors Have a Right to Refuse Admission to Any Lady They Think Proper." . . .
Bill Cartwright (in a Turtle Creek Valley barbershop): "Shaving—Fancy Cutting Done Here." . . . And this one (on the outside wall of a general store and blacksmith shop near Butler): "We Shoe Everything That Passes—Horses, Men and Jackasses." . . .
A familiar one from H. T. D., Lisbon, O., (over a wayside gas station west of Columbus): "Tank and Tummy Service." . . . J. G. L. (in a barbershop in Pennsylvania avenue, Northside): "Papa and Mama, Brother and Sister, All Get Their Hair Cut Here." . . .
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Har-Har!
Do caddies tell? Listen to this: "I used to caddy for Cy Hungerford," writes a reader, "and from the position of his ball most of the time I gathered he was going to write a book called, 'Roughing It, by Hungerford'." (Hm, keep picking on our beezer, will ya!)
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High Hopes Gone Wrong?
A mysterious daily visitor at the Highland Park zoo is a necktie salesman who turns up each morning without fail. The attendants are a bit puzzled, because the market for neckties at the zoo isn't so good. Each day he gives the animals the once-over. We hate to disillusion him, but if he's looking for the giraffes, hoping to make a big sale, why there ain't no giraffes!
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Nighty-Night!
Letter: "There's an article in a magazine this month having to do with rest. A professor at Colgate University states that the best sleep is obtained in the altogether. How do you take yours—flannels, woolens, undies, or just so?"
Oh, just so—just so we have the room rent!
