Norwich bulletin., 1920-03-27
THAT INCOME TAX.

s Dear Social Corner: That income tax had to be paid. but 1t came hard. To be in the capitalist. class has a lifting significance. but when it comes to swearing away hard earned sav- ings, the lift" feeling dwindles.
 At intervals I had studied the 'In- structions," especially the Penalties" but How to Decide" required ex treTne meditation.
 But the last day had come. That income tax must be postmarked be- fore midnight. dodged in every bank along my lunch route, only to be told Income tax man at lunch. Re- turn at two" In despair I shr:eked, Have they joined a club. Do they all lunch at the same hour. That's no time for me" I scanned the waiting assembly. A fellow taxer exclaimed My Gawd! I never saw such crowd since the dayI was bawn." No- ticed a Life Saving Extension" across. the hail in one building and wondered what they were playing on the public.
 The evening shades were falling. With the income tax sheets floating in my hands. surveyed the hotel near est my home. No notary in this ho- tel" sweetly remarked the lady clerk. My feet spun toward the public li- brary. drug stores, etc. Briefly, a mo- tary was located, lodged in an under takers pariors.
 You're. income over SCOOP" said he That was a staggerer. Haven't figured up to that yet" I answered. The notary was a bachelor Che told mel. Figured up your income?" said I. (no feeler). He shook his head. Whats the idea" said I. have been figuring every way | know, but can't lose that s1.ooo.
 Meanwhile. lines were being form cd I'm in hurry" you know This must be postmarlzed before midnight" l" But you're losing" said he, you're losing time in agitation"
 was fumbling with the sheets Did not know where to begin. Had print ed my autograph beautifully on the individual work sheet. I tilted my pen and looked at the countless para graphs, labeled, Did you" If not" and. How many" etc.
 Everybody was doing the same thing and muttering nuisance and some other words. Wish could lose that thousand" said l. A sympathetic tazer smiled and came to my assist lnce. The internal revenue and state tax were speedily immortalized and those confusing interrogations went down Into futurity with a stimulus IlA% AccAo nO euiOBy. TWO cn6ckSi That was one better than I had ex. pected.
 The income tax looked lean. Bein; . spinster and without encumbrances the blank spaces were chiseied witt an X (that is a spinster's life yol knew) The "Benevolence" spac, seemed a trihe stuffed. but thought would make that aperture look nice The notary hoped to see me again. shook my head. Swearing on incom taxes in an undertaker's shop in tn witehing hours was nebulous ex perience.
 But the midnight hour was ap preaching. I fled to the post office Too late, the door was locked and tn o6lging porter pointed so the baske on the floor.
 Another envelope must be found one for each tax. Home againi Flash cd up an envelope. but no pen. Hail cd fellow roou1er for a pen. 'Lef her pen down town" she said. heard her giggie). Tried several oth CTS. but with the same success. an concluded there was not a pen in tha house.
 Next. the nearest drug store. "ol yes. pen and ink on the further coun ter. There stood the ink bottle, bu