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They're taking it away to-day that old water cooler by the TAL © AEX /* —\ 1 MEr filing cabinets—and in its place a \ Farewell to the Water Cooler ERO we're getting a modern, sanitary gusher with white tile. But the office will never be the same with- out it. Pardon me if I shed a sentimental and reminiscent tear at its passing... . I’m all right now, thanks. Oh, where will we now kill time? Gone are the happy days loitering about the . water cooler’s gleaming liquid, swapping stories and drinking wholly unne ry paper cups of its pure beverage. Modern and germless though the gusher be, it can never hope to capture the spirit and soul of its predecessor. For the water cooler was our club, our gathering place. It was more than just a place to kill zh that, was, after‘all, its primary function. Around it we swapped storics of last eve- i we compared week- nees, we discussed the latest whim of the-boss. A good clerk could manage to kill at least an hour a y there —in ten minute sessions, of course—and I remember with pride the summer of 1926 when things here were dull and I killed a total of eleven hours there one six day weel:. Go, old water cooler, to your 1 friends, will e our love and and though we drink Uncrowpep Occupations deeply from the new white tile Hammock testers for the summer trade. gusher, we shall be thinking of } you. Your going, alas, marks a new régime, and the problem of how to kill time without you is awe-inspiring. Who knows, may we shall never solve it?) M we shall have to work all day now without manifesting that tremendous thirst that you knew so well . . . ah, sad times are coming. Farewell, old friend, farewell. Homeopathic What cured him of arguing ° é with his wife?” Effect of the starter’s pistol on the sprinters at the Taxi Drivers’ a sith his wife.” Picnic. Arguing with his wife. comicbooks.com