THE MICHIGAN DAILY
Saturday, February 12, 1938
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aZie Iootie, The nd
Once Hale Carnegie's Sweetheart, From Wahoo, Neb.
She Became AStepping Stone
BE A SUCCESS AT THE PARTY disadvantages I had. I was going to,
By HALE CARNEGIE the Hop with a girl named Mazie
(With Apologies to You-Know-Who) Hootie, who was from my home town
One year I was at a J-Hop. I was of Wahoo Neb. She was a half-breed
about 25 years old then (I took a long
time getting through school because I given to shrill war hoops and savage
made sure before I left that every- Indian dances, both of which, I knew,
body adored me), and I was pretty would embarrass me at the J-Hop.
much the life of the party. As I She was also a Republican.
scrubbed my teeth-a big asset even That problem wouldn't trouble me
in Detroit-the night of the Hop, I at all today. But in those days, be-
told myself, "Hale, you've got to be fore I had made myself the All-
calling Governor Comstock by his America Stuffed-Shirt, such prob-
first name before you leave the lems were difficult for me. I thought
place." a long time. Finally I got the answer.
This would seem an impossible feat It was as simple as this:
to most men. But it would seem even I met Mazie on the Huron River
more difficult to a man who had the right across from the Michigan Cen-
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tral railway station. She had come by
canoe, of course. This was unfortun-
ate for me, because she was in an
ugly mood after having had to por-
tage the last 25 miles. But, being a
good Indian, she smiled broadly (I
immediately began polishing her
teeth, for that's a good asset even in
Let me shift the scene. The Gover-
nor was arriving at Ann Arbor on
the Michigan Central. His secretary,
a Mr. Blooey, whom I later did not
consider worthwhile enough even to
slap on the back, was saying softly to
himself, "Blooey for Governor. Bloo-
ey for Governor. Blooey for Gover-
nor. Blooey for Gov . . . ."
"What's that," Mr. Comstock de-
"Nothing, sir," Blooey answered. "I
didn't say a thing."
"You did too," the Governor said.
"You said 'Gilhooly for Governor,'
and you're fired." Whereupon the
Governor threw him out the window.
I learned about all this later when I
came to know George, the porter, very
well (I always gave George a dime
and a slap on the back, which was as
satisfactory as a fifty-cent tip to him.
Mazie and I were just to the tracks
when Blooey came sailing out the
window. He fortunately lit on his feet
(if I were the ordinary man I would
have said "head," for I actually have
no idea where he landed). Mazie, be-
ing a good Indian, became a good
I Samaritan, which was a good thing.
Social Chairmen !
We still have a few bookings open for
Saturday night house parties. If you
forgot to call us, Do It Now!
When they were on the best of terms,
which was in a few minutes, she in-
troduced us. Very quickly I said,
"Blooey. B-1-o-o-e-y. Right, isn't
it?" He said yes, and I ran into the
station and wrote it 35 times on the
station manager's blackboard.
Then my break came and I pounced
on it. The Governor came in looking
for Blooey. He, like all great men,
wanted to do justice. "Where can I
find Blooey?" he shouted.
"Right out here, Bill (for this was
my opportunity)," I said excitedly.
"Don't be so formal, young man,"
he said. "Call me Cuddles."
"O.K., Cuddles," I shouted as I ran
out the door.
Mr. Blooey brought Mazie in and
introduced her to the Governor, who,
in making up to Blooey, agreed with
Blooey that she was a good Indian.
Then Blooey turned to me and said,
"This is Mr. Knegle, or Knappie, or
what is your name, anyway?" This
is where I got a bad opinion of him.
"It's Carnegie - C-a-r-n-e-g-i-e,
Hale, and I already know Cuddles
I didn't know the Governor by his
first name that night at the Hop, but
I was the only one on the floor who
called him Cuddles.
Wherein shall be placed anony-
mous signatures, Sunday morning
shopping lists, cast iron telephone
numbers (please walk do not run)
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Now that the J-Hop is over, may we s uggest as a fitting climax to the perfect
weekend, dancing at the Union Saturday night. Music by that most popular of
Campus bands ... .
Bob Steinle's Band
$1.00 per couple
9 till 12
The Michigan Union