Here She Is Again Lire Audrey blew in the other day following one of Izzy's hates over in Pootung.
"And where have you been now?" we asked anticipating she had been doing something she didn't ought.
"Tve been on the flagship, dearie," she replied, brushing her hair back "Just looking things over, don't you know? As a matter of fact I was on board when they bombarded Pootung."
"Really! That wasn't a good show. They didn't seem to be registering at all well?"
"Neither would you if you had been in the jam they were in."
"Jam? However do you mean?"
"The fire control officer had mis-leid his abacus. Laugh?—1 should on in a little Verse on the subject of] cabarets, girls and beer. He mentioned the name of the particular brand. We cut it out, because, we've never got anything out of this column at- any time except an occasional dirty look. That morning we received the following complaint irom him:— low trick to have jeff out of the beer n lovely} which he had mentioned wrote in stating that there was a case of beer available for Surrener, if he would get in touch with them. U.B. will please note thet their letter has been sent on to him. Ju the, meantime we are wondering if we can think up a good story about a pair of grey flannel pants because we don't drink beer—Or, maybe, we can wangle a gold watch.
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