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Cliffside, Dec. 26 — Julian S. Miller, who is the capable editor and columnist of The Charlotte Observer, is a former Presbyterian preacher.

You have been dancing lately to “Shanghai Lil,” the number from “Footlight Parade.” And a hit number it was. Have you noticed, however, its similiarity [similarity] to “Cryin’ For My Caroline?”

Alexander Woolcott, well known writer and man-of-the-hour inter-viewer, is a great friend of Paul Robeson, who is really a great colored baritone. Robeson, who has been studying in Europe, sent Woolcott some news clippings of his acclaim on the continent. In a few days following the clippings, a post card came to Woolcott with the single, “How am I doin’?” written across it. Robeson couldn’t have said anything more timely or sufficiently modest.

Beware! Folks with an angelic mellow voice, who make conversation go so smoothly and easily, just do not click with me.

Jack Oakie, undoubtedly, is the best of Mae West imitators. He hits the spot with me.

Rubinoff has a sho’ nuf orchestra and don’t you forget it. Last night they played, in a classical arrangement, Lazy Bones, Stormy Weather, Big Bad Wolf, and I have never heard an orchestration better done.

I never count what I have done as anything, but figure on what I am doing and hope to do.

This column offers for what it’s worth: “A man is a fool every time he says anything.”

A lady with one of the finest personalities I have ever known: Miss Frances Buckner.

Jan Garber, Ted Weems and Ben Bernie wear shoes of the same brand but all of a different style.

This column does not read your tea leaves or your palm but if you read to the end of this you are a person of rare consideration and of genuine tolerance—you know that’s reasonable.

Richard Dix is, to my mind, the most persistent favorite of the movie actors. Dix has been in pictures ?? long. He is a current favorite as well as having been so, these several years he has worked in pictures. Do you remember a number of years ago when he played in “Vanishing American”? He will continue a favorite for some time, I think.

Poise! A great thing to possess, yet so few have it. Mr. H. G. Rollins, Avondale, certainly can be admired for his poise. It is a treasure to any man, your scribbler contends. Mr. Rollins is an asset to the county and this column recognizes it.

Mr. W. W. Nanney, Rutherfordton, has been, since I can remember, a fellow who constantly radiates a friendly grin. He was for a time cashier for The Haynes Bank here. I was a child at that time—and to remember such traits for this time is a salute to that man. And I’ll bet he doesn’t remember me.

Wake Bridges, whom you have been reading in The Courier, has landed his “Skin-Flint Jones” Christmas story in The Observer, which is a goal reached for Bridges. The Observer is known for its breadth of fine work.

As a child I witnessed a terrible incidence. A cat, reared on its hind legs, and [was] painfully and pitifully whining. It was striving to loosen itself from a fish-hook—the hook being unmercifully driven through gums, jaw and teeth. The hook was hanging from a “set line” carelessly left from a fishing trip. The cat would reach up with a paw, it seemed, trying to aid in detaching itself from the unbearable suffering which was darting through its mouth. It had snatched at a bit of bait and became caught. The owner was called and the cat excitedly broke the line. I saw it run away with the line trailing from the fish-hook-embedded it its mouth!