PEOPLE

Wispy, droopy James Thurber, 44, melancholy Jaques of U. S. humorists and doodlebug extraordinary of U. S. cartoonists, visited the San Francisco fair, doodled for newsmen a mildewed self-portrait (see cut), twitched his mustache, murmured: "I never intended to become an artist. It was forced on me because I had one bum eye.* In 1917 all the artists went off to war and I had to fill in till they got back. My first drawing was of a seal. The chief criticism was that the whiskers went the wrong way, but the editor said to print it anyway, as it wouldn't be a Thurber seal if the whiskers went the right way."

Wall Street Attorney Glen Nyron Workman McNaughton, 41, who last winter started an abortive project to raise $5,000,000 for Franklin Roosevelt if he would resign the Presidency, appeared plaintiffly in a Manhattan court. Charged he: a Virginia horsewoman, Mrs. David A. Buckley, had sold him a race horse for $1,600 which turned out to be a pup. The horse, said Mr. McNaughton, has one eye so bad that it cannot run straight on any track.

Michigan's godly Governor Luren Dudley Dickinson, 80, was invited by a group of Detroit churchmen to make a Sunday broadcast on modern sin, submitted his proposed remarks to his sponsors, who edited some of his more lip-smacking smackos. "These dances which call for close abdominal contact and frequently bring the cheeks together and intertwine the limbs" was translated into "the modern dance." Deeply offended, the Governor canceled his speech. Snapped he: "I know what I want to say. They don't. . . . It's the principle I'm thinking of."

*Put out by an arrow from his brother's bow, when Thurber was a boy.

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