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University Daily Kansan Wednesday, Nov. 14, 1962
Dag Stamp Devaluated Day Defends Action
WASHINGTON — (UPI) — Postmaster General J. Edward Day today defended his decision to print 400,000 additional "upside down" Dag Hammarskjold stamps to drive down the rarity value of at least 400 misprints issued previously.
"The Post Office Department isn't run as a jackpot operation," Day said in reply to critics who contend that the few purchasers who bought the 400 flawed stamps should be allowed to profit from their luck.
He recalled that when the stamp commemorating astronaut John H. Glenn's space flight was issued without advance notice, the Post Office deliberately had issued a number of first day covers from Cape Canaveral so that no collector would derive special advantage from being in the Cape Canaveral area.
IN AN NBC television interview, Day said he ordered the issuance of the special 400,000 Hammarskjold stamps to protect "the rank and file" stamp collectors which he said is made up of small children and amateurs.
Day said other countries have
Firmness Assured
WASHINGTON — (UPI) — You who poke apples at the supermarket to see if they are firm are wasting your time.
Apples that go through federal state inspection, reports the U.S. Department of Agriculture, already have been "poked"-by inspectors. They press the apples gently with their thumbs or, in borderline cases, use a mechanical plunger to check firmness.
Manager Still in Business
NEW YORK — (UFI) — When Frederick C. Neuls, a business consultant, was making arrangements for his daughter's wedding reception at the Stanhope Hotel, he sighted John F. Isard, whom he didn't know was recently named general manager.
taken similar steps to nullify printing errors.
Isard had made the arrangements for the wedding reception of Neuls and his wife in 1938 when he was with the Savoy Plaza Hotel.
"WE AREN't running a lottery," the Postmaster General said. If we are to give someone something of excessive value in this instance, we ought to make a deliberate error on every issue."
He also minimized the potential value of the 400 stamps which were sold by error. "The value was never close to $10,000." Day commented. "It would be $300 at most and maybe less if more of them got out."
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Despite the special printing, experts expressed belief that those with the original 400 can still get a healthy price if they act fast.
SAN FRANCISCO — (UPI) — Britain's Prince Philip, the husband of Queen Elizabeth, has at least one thing in common with many non-royal husbands: He's befuddled by modern art.
The Prince viewed a display of modern British art yesterday after he attended a session of the English-speaking Union of the Commonwealth in San Francisco.
Prince Puzzled by Modern Art
Trailed by a platoon of security officers, Philip walked through the
Fire Fighters Prepared
PHOENIX, N. Y. — (UPI) — Volunteer firefighters in this up-state New York town what they consider is a novel fire alarm system.
The 56 members of the department recently had automatic alarms installed in their homes and connected to the fire house.
Beginning Bridge Lessons
Wednesday Night at 7:00 in the
Jayhawker Room at the Student Union
Everyone Invited!
Lessons Given By
Mrs. Virginia Seaver
$1.00 FOR 7 LESSONS
SUA
CLASSICAL FILM SERIES
Presents
in
Rudolph Valentino
"Blood and Sand"
7:00 P.M. TONITE
at
Admission 60c at door
FORUM ROOM OF UNION
exhibit of modern art at the San Francisco Museum of Art. He kept up a steady barrage of slightly irreverent comments.
Kentucky Fried Chicker
Tub . . . $3.50
BIG BUY
23rd & Iowa
Looking at a three-dimensional work entitled "Relief Construction, 1661," which had pieces of wood protruding from the framed subject, he said, "It looks like something to hang a towel on."
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GLOOM AT THE TOP
Oh, sure, you've been busy, what with going to classes, doing your homework, catching night crawlers, getting married—but can't you pause for just a moment and give thought to that dear, dedicated, lonely man in the big white house on the hill? I refer, of course, to the Prexy.
(It is interesting to note here that college presidents are always called "Prexy." Similarly, trustees are called "Trixie." Associate professors are called "Axy-Pixy." Bursars are called "Foxy-Woxy." Students are called "Algae.")
But I digress. We were speaking of the Prexy, a personage at once august and pathetic. Why pathetic? Well sir, consider how Prexy spends his days. He is busy, busy, busy. He talks to deans, he talks to professors, he talks to trustees, he talks to alumni. In fact, he talks to everybody except the one group who could lift his heart and rally his spirits. I mean, of course, the appealingest, undearingest, winsomest group in the entire college—you, the students.
It is the Prexy's sad fate to be forever a stranger to your laughing, golden selves. He can only gaze wistfully out the window of his big white house on the hill and watch you at your games and sports and yearn with all his tormented heart to bask in your warmth. But how? It would hardly be fitting for Prexy to appear one day at the Union, clad in an old rowing blazer, and cry gaily, "Heigh-ho, chaps! Who's for sculling?"
Heigh-ho, chaps! Who's for Sculling?
No, friends, Prexy can't get to you. It is up to you to get to him. Call on him at home. Just drop in unannounced. He will naturally be a little shy at first, so you must put him at his ease. Shout, "Howdy-doody, sir! I have come to bring a little sunshine into your drear and blighted life!" Then yank his necktie out of his vest and scamper goatlike around him until he is laughing merrily along with you.
"Whv. hev?" he will say curiously.
"Yes, I should," you will say, "because this package is a carton of Marlboro Cigarettes, and whenever I think of Marlboro, I think of you."
Then hand him a package and say, "A little gift for you, sir." "For me?" he will say, lowering his lids. "You shouldn't have."
"Because Mariboros have taste, and so do you," you will really
"Aw, go on," he will say, blushing furiously.
Aw, go on. He will say, "Something." "It's true," you will say. "Moreover, Marlboro has a filter, and so do you."
"In my swimming pool, you mean," he will say.
"Yes," you will say. "Moreover, Mariboro has a soft pack,
and so do you."
"My limp leather brief case, you mean," he will say.
"My limp leather brief case, you mean," he will say. "Yes," you will say. "Moreover, the Marlboro box has a flip-top and so do you."
"But you will," you will say. "Just light a Marlboro, and taste that tasty taste, and you will surely flip your top."
"But I don't have a flip-top," he will say.
Well sir, you will have many a good chuckle about that,you may be sure. Then you will say, "Goodbye,sir, I will return soon again to brighten your lorn and desperate life."
"Please do," he will say. "But next time, if you can possibly manage it, try not to come at four in the morning."
© 1962 Max Shulman
Prexy and undergrad, male and female, late and soon, fair weather and soul—all times and climes and conditions are right for Marlboro, the filter cigarette with the unfiltered taste.