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ee AACR JUDGE her choice of a fashionable New Hampshire hotel est, so- y and otherwi poke glowingly of a ch, u in the Swiss Alps, Felicitas painted an enthusiastic word picture of the pleasures she was missing at Nar- ett, Mr. Van de Vere spoke ly of Scotland and ned for his beloved “Ah, happy motor gypsies,” purred Mrs. Van de Vere, gazing through her lorgnette at the Lef- ferts car and noticing the rolled- up tent on the running board, the cooking utensils and the per- spiring passengers, “blithe as meadow larks, carefree—going where their instincts lead them, with the long, long trail ahead and happiness in their hearts. “Shut up, Emmy!” barked Jim Lefferts at his wife, who was attempting a little back-seat driv- ing, “we're going to camp up by Bear Mountain and anybody who don’t like it can get out and walk. . . Say, ma, take a squint at the nifty Rolls that ne rly ditched us just now. That’s a happy out- fit, I tell you. Probably driving up to some Ritzy hotel with noth- ing to think about but what kind of champagne to order for supper. That’s contentment, eh, Ma?’ “Keep your eyes on the roa snapped Ma Lefferts, “you nearly ran over a chicken.” —Heen Woon To a Cigar Maker Though you work with a will And a masterly skill are worthy of lusty hosannas From the people who pass And observe through the glass How you capably sculpture Ha- vanas, As you give each a pat, Sort of final “that’s that,” And you lay them in neat wooden boxes, In your teeth firmly set Is a white cigarette— Which, you'll grant, quite a strange paradox is! —A. L.I “You knocked my wife down and kicked her, di’ntcha, Ed?” “Yeah, twice, Henry.” “That wa’nt very nice of ye. As motorists are so inclined to get fat and pudgy, % utilize the waste space on top of cars for exercise? T had to get m’ own dinner.” why not st—We'd better stop and pick the pedestrians off, Clementine; these Sedans are top-heavy anyhow. comicbooks.com