Evening star., 1921-02-13

n wrote the piece about every
wv cloud being a thermos bot
tie? You know, silver lined.
ANYWAY, he had the correct dope. I've
had a demonstration lately that has
got me quotin' him above par as
forecaster.
over the general offices of the Corfu :
gated Trust one morning about 9:3o
and before noon time it was so threat
enin' that the whole force had case
of jumpy nerves. AS usual. the storm
center was in Old Hickory'S private
office. Even Mr. Robert could work
up only a poor imitation OF grin
as he comes out after ten-mlnute
session.
Il say, Torchy," he remarks conf
my desk. my respected parent seems
to be on the rampage today. doesn
he?"
well, he amt manned anybody
yet" says I, "but 1 look for casual
ties before the days out"
"Hm-m-mr" says Mr.. Robert. "And
the market seems to be steady enough
too"
TT amt stocks" says L IT'S that
bad knee of his. You should have
me easin' him in from the elevator.
Say, my shoulders ache yet from the
weight he put on 'em. And as for
his anguage-Wowey! If he didn
hang up a birthstone record then I'm no
judge. This soggy weather seems TO
have got to him strong.
Then it's high time he called In
DR.. Frazier" says Mr. Robert
That Scotch twinge specialist OF
his" says l. Nothing doing. He's OF
him for life on account of that last
diet list he was put on. He thinks
the Doc. made wrong guess ana
brought Oh these spaSms worse than
ever. He wouldn't let Frazier inside
the door,
"we'u see about that" says Mr..
Robert. Get him on the phone. I'll
talk to him myself"
"All right" says I, but don't let
on it was me did the calm up.
don't carry any accident policy, you
know"
Just what Mr.. Robert told this high
priced expert in knee misery I didn't
hear, but shortly after luncheon he
arrives and is towed in where Old
outside investments he's had me Yet
up for him. Also he's right in the
middle of one of his snappy comments
on some of the items.
What the blistering basilisk IS
shares Titchfield Hotel Corporation,
Now where the su1phuretted sheol is
this Titchfield hotel
Jamaica, SIR says l.
"Hah"' he growls- How idiotic.
Have we any interests in Madaga scar
or Patagonia? Some of Roberts brill
liant financing, / suppose. Call him in
here and let him-Eh? Who's that at
the doorT
MIR. Robert, sir. and-and DR.. Fra
zier,'' says l, slidin' out of my chair
and edgin' behind the desk.
What roars Old Hickory. twist
in his neck. Frazier. you n-soaked
old pirate. how dare you come here
after feeding me on nuts and sawdust
biscuits and getting me into this
state"
pirate yourself" says the Doc.
smilin' genial. $50 you didn't fancy
the diet, eh. Ellins?"
'Am I a park squirrel?' demands
Old Hickory. Nuts. I'll thank you
Frazier, to do your experimenting on
someone else
How long. may 1 ask" says Fra
zier. did you stick to the list I gave
your
'.Three mortal days." snaps Old
Hickory. "And 1 grew worse by the
hour"
yes, you would" says the Doc
But about the fifth day you'd have
had relief. However, as you wouldn't
give Nature a chance we!; have to
send you where you can't help your
self Didn'tI hear Jamaica mention
ed as came in? Well. that will do.
Nice little sail down there and the
climate will bake you out thoroughly.
You'd betteE sai1 by the next boat?"
Bah" snorts Old Hickory. You're
crazy. man. Think I can drop every