In the Shenandoah

The Shenandoah Valley News, of Waynesboro-Basic, Va., published an editorial headed The New Yorker, under which appeared these pronouncements :

The most provincial-minded person in the world is the typical New Yorker. . . . He believes the sun rises just over the East River and sets behind the Palisades. . . .

To tell the New Yorker anything is impossible. Perhaps that is why he is so ignorant. Even Greenwich Village is sophisticated to the last degree, hardened in its own imbecility. Humor ... is totally lacking. The typical New Yorker never laughs. To him it is a confession of credulance. . . .

New York is the capital of flappers, the home ot a girlhood robbed of everything but an empty sophistication. . . .

New York is unquestionably the cleanest city in the world--morally; but it is mentally inhibited and spiritually depraved. It is the capital of morons.

Have we overdrawn our picture? Perhaps we have--they say familiarity breeds contempt. At any rate, we are glad to be in Virginia. We are glad to be in the home of the noblest, finest and most human set of people we have ever set eyes upon.