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4 DAILY Ol0RLD OpHousaa. Friday, July 15. 190 ENTRE Br FKANK J. NOUS DfJETLEIN, JK. Dr.

Harmon Opens Office on Dellevue Dr. D.K. Harmon, eye ear, nose and throat specialist, has opened an office at 218- West Bellevue St. Dr. Harmon is a native of Church Point, the son of Mrs.

Lilly Harmon and the late Leon Harmon. He graduated from Church Point High School, received his Bachelor of Science degree from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge and his medical degree from LSU in New Orleans. Dr. Harmon served two years in the armed forces, then practiced in Kaplan for nine years. He specialized at Gill Memorial Hospital in Roanoke, Va completing his course in June.

Dr. and Mrs. Harmon and their four children are residing at 359 Willow the former Clayton D'Avy home. The doctor Is a brother of Mrs. Robert Ventre of this city.

Alligators and Bayous WILLIAM J. LANDRY, of Washington, who is employed here in the Veteran's office in the Court House, told this little cajun anecdote the other day. It appears mat two men were discussing die relative merits of which animal, the mule, or the cow, was most useful to mankind. Each man told of the many helps to mankind the animals supplied. "You are right about the mule, but the cow not only performs many of the same tasks, but also supplies us with milk from which we make butler.

We even eat her meat daily," the man said in defense of his belief mat the cow was man's greatest friend. According to Landry, a South Louisiana cajun had been listening to the conversation, and finally spoke up. "You is both right about dis mule and dis cow. Yes. But in the Bayou's and de swamps, dis Bull Alligator is mon bes fran, yes," he said to them, seriously.

"Every 'she' alligator lays "bout 50,000 eggs every year, and me bull alligator eats all of dose eggs but two. If dat bull alligator don eat all dose eggs dose bayous and swamps in here would be so full of alligators 1 coold not fish in dose bayous no I THIS THAT: Pretty Mrs. Malcolm Hargroder discussing with Postal Employee "Bootsie" Tatman about getting tickets for Busch Baseball stadium in St. Louis. "My husband and I will be in Sc.

Louis on Aug. 5 and you know he wants to attend ail of the baseball Her husband, Malcolm, has been offered a professional baseball contract with the Baltimore Orioles of the American League. The youngster is a former AIC and American Legion baseball star. The Old King Toby Veldn eating lunch at the Inn yesterday, and being asked by a friend. "How can you get away from your place at the Four Corners? I understand you are doing a terrific luncheon business, since you've begun opening at 11 a.m.

Good naturedly, Toby slowly replied, "I just take off I never let business interfere with pleasure. And yesterday at the Evangeline Area Boy Scout gathering in New Iberia, Boy Scouts Exec Bernie Lang told representatives from milion, St. Landry, Acadia, St. Martin, St. Mary and Iberia, how the heirs of John This tie thwaite donated Boy Scout Camp Thistle-thwaite to the council in 1934.

Jacob Landry, attorney df New Iberia and "Cap" Albert Tate, Sr. of Ville Platte also told of the establishment of Camp Thistle thwaite as the area scout camp. Word from Los Angeles is that, if the Louisiana Delegation had been polled the vote would have been very close between Senator Kennedy and Senator In lactone source said) lhat Senator Johnson held a majority of one vote when the Delegatjes decided to cast their unit vote for him in the roll call of states. Rodeo Cowboy Freddy Wyble leaves Sunday forSelena. where he will enter the world champion bull dogging contests at the rodeo there.

Later on, Freddy, who is accompanied by Jimmie Miller and his cowgirl wife, "Blue Eyes," of Eunice, will participate in a rodeo at Cheyenne, WyoJ MRS. JOHN F. KENNEDY beams as she reads a paper liinf of her husband's first ballot victory for the presidential nomination of the Democratic party. (UP! Facsimile ROBERT C. RUARK Politically Pugilistic Conflict IM BISHOP History's Sweet, Graceful Liar Oh, Lost, One Poor Meatball HUNTS VILLE, Tex.

UPI) Prom a poem in "The Echo," monthly newspaper of the state prison: "On top of spaghetti, sic) "All covered with cheese, "I lost my poor meatball "When somebody sneezed." The newspaper editorialized that "This is no longer true at the chow hall." Keeping Trim HOLLYWOOD (UP I) Young actress Jane Fonda keeps her figure shapely by exercising every night before going to bed. Her father's name is Henry Fonda, which makes the trim shape a sort of family tradition. HIGH TARIFF LONDON (UPI) Deflation note; A magistrates court has or--dered David Ttus, who left his wife at Easter, to pay her about two cents a week maintenance for his two children until they become 16. came bounding out of the tepee and grabbed the white man's head and placed her own against it. This made the chief so mad that he blew his feathers.

No entreaty could make her separate her head from Smith's, so Powhatan called off the execution in dJLsgust and sent Smith back to the Virginia Colony. Years later, Pocahontas was captured by the British while visiting the Potomacs. She was 18, and Powhatan had sent her to find a brave who was not toe brave. 'Captain Samuel Argall of H. S.

Treasurer brought Pocahontas to Jamestown, where she became a prisoner. There Is no record that Captain John Smith ordered her to be freed, although it is possible he was back in England by that time, writing his memoirs. The British treated her with courtesy, converted the princess to Christianity, baptized her, and gave her the name of Rebecca. She was Introduced to an Englishman named John Rolfe, who fell in love with Pocahontas and asked Governor Dale's permission to marry her. Dale, no fool, figured that a union between the whites and Indians would be bound to slow Powhatan's ambushes, so he gave gracious permission.

Later, as Mrs. Rolfe, she visited England and died unexpectedly at Graves-end. Captain John was still shoveling when his end came in 1631. He was in England writing a book called "Advertisements for the Unexperienced Planters of New England, or Anywhere" when he popped off. ocracy at worn.

It used to be held In astonishing bad taste to speculate on the opponent's condition, or lack of it, before the bell. The tigers always were described as fighting fit and raring to go, but now they a reused young Kennedy of galloping juvenile senility, and speculated openly on Lyndon Johnson's heart, or lack of It. I have heard no accusations of dire dandruff against Dick Nixon, but you must admit that his nose Is a little peculiar for a champion. Even Dempsey had his fixed. I am shady on Kennedy's over-all shape, but they do say he wears a corset to keep his backbone in line, and heaven 'awws what Nixon keeps in those chip-monk cheeks.

Certainly it Is not his foot, as Gov; Rockefeller's mouth seems to own clear custody of that dread disease. The boys and I were talking jver the Yankee situation in the i Pub the other night, and from So ho It seemed that It was Kennedy In one unless they decided to unfix It. There was no money on airy Adlai, since it seemed unlikely that a man who has never been champion could regain what he never had, and Mr. Humphrey was selling pencils outside the stadium to get back the money he dropped when he overmatched himself In the prelims. Mr.

Symington had not been heard from lately, having been withdrawn from the contest by widespread disinterest and the fickleness of his trainer-manager, Mr. Truman. According to Mr. Rockefeller, all the Republican candidates have been painlessly put to death, including Mr. Rockefeller.

Although In Roc ley's situation, the cause of death seems to have been suicide. In any case, there does not seem to be anybody else alive in the Republican Party, apart from Mr. Nixon, who weighs In as capable of going the distance with anything stronger than a native son. As yet there have been no predictions that another dei'l has been made between the eventual contestants that Mr. Nixon can have the marbles this trip, on condition that he' kick pan of his purse to Mr.

nnfdy, with the proviso that Jack gets the decision next Ip, four years hence. But this will not surprise me. I cannot safely say that Ingemar Johansson does not own the only act of addled brains in this year of politically pugilistic conflict. LONDON, July 14 I am having a tiny touch of difficulty with the American news lately, having forgotten it slightly mixed up with the prize-fighting business. But if I read aright, the presidential nomination conventions have been bagged In advance, according to Messrs.

Truman and Rockefeller and most observers, with all the other competitors rigged to go in the tank for jolting Jack Kennedy and Richard the Ripper Nixon. Personally, I shudder to think of cuch a thing aa sly chicanery In politics, especially when a man from Missouri accuses a Boston politico of hiding a little pig-iron In his glove hand, or of getting to the other tigers with the snide suggestion that they take it on the whisker? early, with the reward to come later in the alley. An ad man with my delicate sensitivity cannot imagine such a gross suggestion as was made by big Rocky Rockefeller, the rich gladiator, that the handlers of the opposition have already filled a room with smoke out of which floats the clearly defined figure of knuckles Nixon as the wlnnah and new champion of his own party. This constitutes a clear violation of the axiom that the fight should be fixed during the convention, when one is en-Joined to "clear it with or a curt nod breaks the aspirations. This constitutes a clear violation of the ancient axiom that the fight should be fixed during the convention, when one is enjoined to "clear It with Sidney," or a curt nod breaks the aspirations of one contestant with the promise that he can be the next ambassador to Llchtenstoln.

Whatever will the neighbors think of all this talk about bought-up primaries and secret collusions, and the open discussions of the candidates' aches and pains, past and present, even before the candidates shed their robes to come out for the first round I mean ballot? It Is really a rather rough way to run a prize fight I mean, a convention. The hints and outright accusations of fix, of rigged deck, should come after the fait accompli, never before. Tohave Mr. Truman clearly accusing his own party of railroading young Mr. Kennedy into the democratic corner, and to have Mr.

Rockefeller, possibly out of purest sour grapes, announcing that the Republicans have framed the result for Nixon, does not seem boldly demonstrative of the best of Dem- a team. He disagfeea the others, faced a charge of conspiracy on the voyage to America, won an acquittal and, in the first winter, saw two-thirds of the new colonists die. One thing is certain about Smith: while the other council members were weeping over the famished colony, John went out and bought corn from the Indians. He must have given them a little of his own corn in exchange, because he was captured by Chief Powhatan and condemned to die. Powhatan was a big man and surly.

He had a tepee full of daughters and no sons. The only time he was known to smile was when he was ambushing the colonists. The white men made him an emperor, but he blew up when they asked him to get on his knees so that they could crown him. Powhatan figured that he knew that game better than they. There would be no kneeling, and certainly no crowning.

He was happy when his braves brought John Smith in. At once, Powhatan decided to find out what the white man was using for brains, so he ordered his men to get two huge round rocks. He then told the warriors to arm themselves with big fat clubs. They pranced with happiness and told Powhatan how happy they were to be poor stupid savages rather than big wise palefaces about' to be knocked off. Captain Smith put his head on the two rocks and a few braves began to take practice swings with two clubs.

They were ready to drive all romantic thoughts out of John's head when Pocahontas (It means "playful One of the sweet and graceful liars of history was Captain John Smith of the Virginia Company. He told stories so well that, if they were not true, they should have been. He is the man whose life was saved by the Indian princess Pocahontas. The verifiable truth and the un-verifiable are so braided in John Smith's life that historians have dispaired of him. He was born in 1579 in Willoughby, Lincolnshire, England.

His father died when John was 17 probably while the youngster was telling him how well he looked. Young John went off to the wars and claims to have foughtagainst the Turks. He fought so gallantly that Prince Sigismund Bathori (who has never been located) gave John a coat of arms and a pension of 3,000 ducats. Ina battle across Transylvania, he was captured and sent to Turkey as a present for the Pasha's wife. It is at this point that Captain John begins to bend the truth like a tired bobby pin.

He never tells us who sent him as a present. If it was the Pasha, the Turk must have been battle -happy. The lady behind the veil fell in love with Smith and, to save his life, sent John to her brother's place near the Caspian Sea. Someone made a slave of John. He killed his owner and made it back to England in 1605.

Two years later, he was off to the American Colonies with the Virginia Company. On May 22, 1607, Captain John and his inexhaustible font of romantic stories got off the boatatjames-town, Virginia. Smith was a member of the Council in Virgnia, but he was nev er good at being a member of.