The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-06-22
TT PAYS TO ADVERTISE
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE

Strictly speaking, this is hot weather story. for 1t has to do with catastrophe that might befall any young man who casts as de his coat and steps Into an ad- joining room to telephone to Is ''bestest girl and comes back to find that hls handsome gold watch has been lifted" from his coat pocket by a perfectly good sneak thief
 Also it is a story with warning and a moral, but these. like the morals of ''Aesop's Fables" are reserved for the conclusion of the narrative
 Tt happened, as the story books say, on day in the good old summer time, when the thermometer was up to the sig zling point-a day when the heat stood out in week of red hot days like a fam Ing torch stands out in night when sur rounded by hollow dips.
 The young man--our hero-had arisen after hot night. to a still hotter day, and struggled through sizzling hours, wondering if anybody In the entire city of Birmingham felt the heat as he did.
 When he entered hls office at 33o in the afternoon after tearing around the streets hunting up business all day long. the building seemed a social centre for an exaggerated hot wave and despite the fact that all the doors of the office suite opening Into the corridor were spread wide open, the draft of air that feebly stirred through the building would scarcely have fioated a thistledown
 Small wonder that our young hero-for he was young and good looking and at tractive-removed his coat and flung it over the top of a chair, before stepping into the adjoining room to call up" over the phone.
 He wasn't gone but a very few seconds. When he returned he flung his coat on and started out to go and call on sick friend at a distant hospital.
 When he got there to see his friend. again he flung off his coat and cooled himself off and when ready to depart quietly put 1t on once more.
 So to make long story short, when the young man was disrobing that even ing before dinner for nice bath. he felt in his pocket for his watch to see found the pocket like "Old Mother Hub- bard did the cupboard-bare.
 Gone were his dreams of a nice, cool bath; gone were his dreams of a nice, good dinner gone were his dreams of nice summer evening lolling on the yer randa with the nice girl he had been telephoning to, or lingering about the star lit lawns of the Country club with her.
 He quickly abandoned these dreams and got busy tracing that missing watch. the path leading back to stifiing office building and a bad smelling hospital and police stations and detective agencies.
 At his office he unearthed two clues the number of his wath inscribed in the look of his personal chronicles, and a definite description of an apparently purposeless man who was seen coming out of his office about the time he was oc- orpied in telephoning to his ''bestest girl.'
 Tt pays to advertise" he said to him self and quickly got busy with the news paper people over the phone. q might have lost it after all'
 The evening was far spent when he started home, minus bath. minute dinner, minus watch and his wrath burning high CT and higher with each step that he took.
 And what happened?
 He got the watch next day.
 The police did it?
 The detectives did it?
 Not so; advertising" did it. quick and well, for. as it turned out, he had lost the watch; 1t had not been stolen after all.
 This little story is told merely as