Love Tokens in a Hot Climate

Swathed in garlands of Tiare—according to jur friend Oscar Nordman, the Love flowers of Tahiti—Miss Maadi Gobrait sets off on her journey from Papeete to France where she was the guest of the French Government at this years' Bastille Day celebrations. Although the giving of these garlands is a sign of affection and esteem, there is only one thing we can think of that would be more uncomfortable for a hot climate and that is a Davy Crockett hat.

If your island is so remote that you have never heard of Davy, or seen one of his hats —we'll tell you that Crockett was one of America's folk heroes; the Wild Frontier and all that. So tough a guy was he that he used to grin grizzly-bears into submission. He wore buckskins and a fur hat with a fox-tail hang ing down the back. Last summer every little boy in Australia wore a Davy Crockett hat: mostly they were of fox fur, but there were some horrible tales of Junior cutting up mama's squirrel coat, or even mink. Just to look at these hats in mid-summer brought out a heat rash, but the strange thing is that with the winter and its record 1956 cold, when a Davy Crockett hat —or even two or three in strategic places—would be a real comfort, not one fur hat is to be seen. Davy, as far as the young fry are concerned, has returned to the Wild Frontier.