We celebrate both the ridiculous and sublime this week—as well as the start of a brand-new year.
First, the ridiculous. Twenty-six years ago this week the Selective Service sent a notice to Mr. Mickey Mouse, care of Disneyland in Anaheim, Calif., ordering him to register for the draft. I kid you not. It really happened.
Someone at Disney with a sense of humor (gee, that’s almost everyone, isn’t it?) sent the Federales proof that Mickey, then 52 years old, was a proud veteran of World War II. Case dismissed.
And now the sublime. On Dec. 30, 1974, the ownership of gold once again became legal for Americans after a 41-year prohibition. Here’s a tip of the Straight Talk hat to all those who campaigned tirelessly to restore a right that is precious indeed. It is wonderfully ironic that one of the few activities of the Federal Government that’s actually profitable is the U.S. Mint, which every year sells hundreds of thousands of gold coins to an eager public.
By the way, Happy New Year!