One More Chance Continued from Page 9 The big man looked at his captor curiously. "What you talkin' about, kid?" "Listen, Larry Don't ask questions! This is a pretty big world! If a man was to get lost in it, get himself out of this country, and change his name, nobody'd know what became of him, would they! As far as being a cop goes, I'm too happy, or too rich on this job. See what I mean?" Larry's eyes were wide, and his jaw had dropped open. "Yeh, but" Ted Kenton walked over to the bunk, picked up his cigarettes and shook two out. One he placed between his own lips, the other in his captive's. Without a word, he struck the match, puffed on his smoke for a couple of seconds, and bent over, holding the flame to the other man's tobacco. He ran his left hand through the dark curly hair on his captive's head, and in a voice choked with emotion said, "I left my car down the road half a mile. Good luck, Larry-boy." He saw the tears come to the big man's eyes, and heard that familiar voice saying, "Golly, Ted! You're the best kid brother a guy ever had." Then a pair of handcuffed wrists struck solidly on his temple. Wanted a Cook Continued from Page 23 asked her to join the club anyway, let me see, Jim is going to bring somebody home for dinner, some big in the Company we must cater to, business you know, only thirty-five minutes, and I haven't given a thought to my attire. How could she have been so stupid as to play the ten on my ace. Did I brush my teeth, no I didn't, oh yes that is why, Jim used the last of the Colgates, so how can I brush my teeth with the red toothbrush, whose turn it is to be used, when I always use Pepsodent with the green toothbrush, I wonder why Nellie left in such a huff, it was so hard for her to remember though, little things she never remembered, like catsup in the coffee, and pepper in the pancakes, well if I hadn't lead her out of trumps I would have lost my king. Thirty minutes, tick tock, tick tock, Jim I'll disgrace you again, how could such a thing have happened two nights in a row? Bernice leaving last night and Nellie tonight, here they come, I'll go brush my teeth, no I'll call the employment agency, when in doubt play a queen, it is six o'clock, I can hear them in the hall, what a surprise is in store for them, here he is now, maybe if I smile he won't be so mad, but I didn't brush my teeth, I couldn't use the green toothbrush, that is for morning use, he is opening the door, I must not smile, he is so nice though, really he is, he comes in every night at six, and loosens my strait jacket. You Bring the Rope Continued from Page 23 married, and now she is positively hilarious when she tells any time she has an opening about her "awful train ride to Detroit, and no St. Francis Hotel anywhere." Roy learned to rhumba in Cuba. All the girls there, he says, said he was a natural (I know just what they meant). He does a poor waltz to samba rhythm and thanks you for "the divine rhumba we two do so well together." When any girl sees him approaching she wishes she had fallen arches, or none at all, but the best she can do under our present social system is to get OH SO THIRSTY and plead that this agonizing thirst must have immediate relief, or else. We must not forget Herbert Harrington Housely III, whose magniloquent dicta on any and all subjects, at any and all times, to any and all people, can and does leave his audience with dangerously murderous intentions. Atoms are his specialty, along with art, politics, the theater, horses, mountain climbing, the schooling system in China, and the habits of the earthworm. He knows how, he knows why, he knows when. He knows all and tells all to no one's particular enchantment or enlightenment. These braggadocios in particular, and a few others in general, can drive one almost to desperation. They cannot be loved, but should be looked at objectively as results of inferiority complexes, attention-getting mechanisms, or just plain ignorance. Tell yourself this as you powder your nose or straighten your tie in preparation to going forth to meet your fellow men and women, but at the same time you will probably be dreaming about buying a private wall so you can return home and beat your head against it and not have to worry about plaster repair jobs in your living room. Page Twenty-four by Hoggan