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Dinectorn—Go get tio more trains! The Ambiguous Angel “A queer case has just arrived,” said the third assistant custodian of the gate to St. Peter. “Looks to me as if we'll have to send him up to the Psychopathic Level.” “What sort of soul is this? “An odd one. I asked him what he had been on earth and he replied that he was mur- st, an other unre- atinée idol aviator and about twenty lated things.” “Send him in,” said St. Peter, “and I'll have a talk with him In two minutes a meck, kindly little soul floated from the earth, you ever been derer, he disembodied spirit chuckled. ‘Oh, I know what you are thin , sid. “No, this is not another of dual personality. I'm not confus- ing myself with other people.” ‘The smiling soul went over and whispered in St. Peter's ear. Then the good saint shook with glee 1s the light dawned. He pressed a buzzer and the custodian angel mate- rialized. This new arrival is oka aid St. Peter. “Get him an extra shiny harp, a nice halo and send him up into S enth Heaven with the other deserving ghost writers.” —Anrtuvur L, Lippmann We saw a movie doorman planting a garden in his yard the other day. He was shouting: “All seeds going right in!” JUDGE Let's do this thing right! Sandy MacPherson takes up commercial art. Helping Hands When you're all set to try for some brook trout. “Well, everybody has his own ides of fun, but getting up at dawn to sneak out after a six-inch fish isn’t mine by a long shot!” “Don't tell me you're going up to try that stream. Why, I've heard that was fished out of everything but sar- dine tins two years ago! You might as well try your own bathtub.” “Be careful of your fly on the back cast when there’s willows about, Sam Treat caught himself in the left car last nd nearly jerked his head off. Sure—had to go to the hospital.” “The black flies are hell up there now, no kidding. Met art of the sta udn’t been so bad in 4 ¢ to sleep ina net.” “Look out you don’t get into some fellow’s private preserve before you know it. I did that once, and there wasn’t a sign for miles. Cost me fifty bucks, and was I sore!” “Sure, 1 used to like it, but I'm too old to wade in those i ms now. And so are you, if you y knew it. Look how it doub) old Pe! Sure, that’s wl matism started.” up re his rheu Stancey Jonrs The forgetful plumber is called io fiz a leak in the absent-minded professor's study. 25 comicbooks.com