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JUDGE reached our destination and I | stepped out. “How much, Joe?” | I asked. “Ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni—”” started Joe. CLICK! went the meter. | “A doll-adoll -adoll-adoll-a | doll—" continued Joc. CLICK! went the meter. I permitted him no further halting symphonies but glanced ok” “It just isn’t Cricket.” The Taxicapitalist Meet my friend, stuttering Joe Wheel Joe is a graduate of the Nort! Ar n. Taxicab {i | Drivers’ Unive nd a charter | member of the ke’s Coffee Pot Social and Dunking Club. Despite his complete indifference | to ly Post's social mandates, Joe has risen high in the taxi world, and his daily income ex- eceds that of his fellow gasoline s by more than ten to fifteen per cent net, before de- ducting costs of doing business. at the clock. During Joe's stut- tering it had advanced from ninety cents to a dollar and ten! And there, in a nutshell, i: secret of Joe’s success. these lines are being written, Joc | is organizing a stuttering school | for taxi drivers, and under his in- spired leadership the earnings of his fellow wagoneers should forge ahead to peaks never dreamed of by these gentle, un- derpaid and ubiquitous public servants, —Antuur L, Lippmann —Good shot, old man! I didn’t think you'd make it. Joe's tongue is like a piece of slippery elm. It takes him ten minutes to shift his convers | into low speed. When he was a little boy the senior Wheelbase, a prominent and well-regarded free lunch imbiber, was greatly con- cerned about the boy's verbal handicap. I'm worried about that brat,” said Dr. Wheelbase, selecting a choice morsel of lami, “I don’t see what carcer | ahead of a chronic stutterer ex- | cept maybe a radio or train an- nouncer.” But how futile were the doting parent's fears, how Historic Spots—Greenwicu, Connecticut useless his paternal concern! Host—Here’s where General Israel Putnam made his leap Today I rode in Joe’s cab. We for life. comicbooks.com