“The trouble with American drinkers,” says a
critic, “is that they lack imagination." Seems to
us, from what they're expecting of three-point-two
beer, they've got plenty of imagination.—(Lorain,
Ohio, Journal.)
In a Chicago classroom: “Now, little ones, if a
teacher is to be paid $40 a week and works 40
weeks, how much (ha, hai does she receive?”—
(Detroit News.)
One thing in favor of this 3.2 stuff is if a grown
person should happen to get a snootful he'd be
ashamed to stagger.—(Macon Telegraph.)
The artist these days attains the top rung of
success when his pictures are cut into jig-saw puz
zles.—(Jacksonville Times-Union.)
When Japan bids us listen to "the voice of the
people of Manchukuo," we somehow sort of get to
thinking about those old-time ventriloquist shows.—
(Boston Herald.)
Those whose bank dividends may be slashed
!may comfort themselves—3.2 beer won't have to
I take a cut.—(Chicago News.)
—
Iowa farmers will find that the bayonet is
^mightier than the rope.—(Dallas News.)
Tfce^Vldle Cockatoo
by Mignon G. Eberhart
SYNOPSIS : Jim Sundean m Ac
cused of murder by the menu tier at
the French summer hotel in uhlt h
Sundean is spending <j whiter u ceh.
He detests the oily manager l.ni -
echiem. His three fellow guests he
knows nothing of—excepting Sue
Tally. And Sue has. onln a tew
minutes before, wakened him from
a doze by demanding entrance to
his room, and told him a harrow
ing tale of escape from an abduc
tor. She has sent him to the hotel
lobby tor her key, which is not
there. On his way back he sees
Sue’s shadow in the upper corri
dor, and then he stumbles over a
body. But Madaine Lovschiem be
rates her husband.
