Death of Paar brings fond memories
Jack Paar died this past week. He was my first love as a talk-show comedian. I got so I almost felt he was family. He talked to his fans about his wife Miriam, and his daughter. Larry King had a whole program on him, and his daughter took part. I remember I was watching the famous show when the W.C. (water closet) came up and his TV station objected. It made him so mad he walked out. Of course, he came back. Now people use terrible language. No one seems to care. Johnny Carson came near to doing as well as Jack, but he wasn't as cute. Didn't have that dimple in his chin.
I don't know why Kansas keeps trying to find her "image." We have one on a platter and handed to us free of charge. The land of "Oz." In there you find courage for the lion, a heart in the tin man, and a brain in the scarecrow. Then there is sweet little Dorothy, who sings a beautiful, uplifting song, "Over the Rainbow." Toto, the little dog, is loving and loyal. Can you think of a better model? The Wizard could be those cyclones we all are scared to death of.
I'm reading "Main Street," by Sinclair Lewis, published way back in 1920. It's about a city girl who wants to beautify her little country town. Lewis' detailed descriptions are just wonderful. The country town makes me think of all the small towns which are left to die.
I'm just in the middle, so don't know the end, but I have a feeling the girl won't have much luck. Such is life. It takes centuries to make changes. Patience, girl!
— NORMA HANNAFORD
