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LETTERS OF A “Went toa dance at the Yacht Cli. Old Stuff “GAap to see you.” re Satanic Majesty. cuse me just a moment while LT brimstone some of the plants.” In a. few seconds he finished and turning to asked, “What in H—, excuse ever made you come down “Twas sent. Not only once, but In fact. many times a tocome here. Fin: tiring of life we have it, [decid to come and look over your hideo devices for inflicting punishment. I'm on a Coo! and want you to show me your best roasting, frying and sizzling.” In a minute he threw open the door of a long hall. “This.” a nounced Satan, “Is the s Punishment Division.” thousands of men were forced to sit upright in starched full-dress shirts and high wing collars. Others wore stiff derby hats and the looks of anguish on the faces were terrifying many tin ever: — te behold. 1 away. Culinary Horrors Depart 1 gazed Thousands of relled to eat deviled ment.” announced Satan, and turned white. people were being corned beef | 1 crabs, pudd f dred ce dinners. remarked Satan, “you folks call them blue plates, but to be ing—" But To interry him with a shriek of horre gazed into the “General Suffering Sector.” ry: one was strapped to a loud- speaker out of which were coming jazz ands, sopranos wheezy bari sing! “On the Road } lay and child reciters. Further down the hall thousands were hanging to straps in little imitation subway « while over on the left in the Crossword Crematory, pulling out their hair at their failure to finish words. “What do vou think of it?” ques- sereechy millions were A very informal little affair—No one dre FLAPPER TO HER MAIDEN AU? ! Pretty original tortures nal, every ¢ up above an them as pleasures T conchided, stepping into my read- ster. ‘The last view TI had of him he was tving a rock to his feet and was about to cast himself into the waters of Brimstone Lake. Irthur L. Lippmann Here lies the Jvoce ne Bone sed for it. when we returned to 1 bellowed Af those things dle even regard Well, be good,” unny es of his better half, » and wrote an comicbooks.com