The mirror., 1923-01-11
HERR LIMBERGER'S S. o. S.
By Mr.. G.. NJ. F.


glance it may appear to the uninitiated.
Manifold duties each one in itself essential
So to managing editors just claim that his
publications thoroughly satisfies his patron
age, involves upon the different depart
ment heads, and often demands the expen-
diture of considerable sums to gather the
kind of news for which the reading public
of particular organ mostly clamors.
In the immediate past, numerous letters
addressed to the Editor, responsible for
the query column of THE MIRROR contained
the polite request to properly define S. O. S.
the registered trade mark of the Limberger
Co. of Bretzels U. S. A., so conspicuously
displayed upon every package containing
one or more products of the worlds largest
manufacturers and distributors of deli
catessens. Never known to shirk his duty,
no matter how unpleasant, difficult or
painful to the lettering staff, the stern
faced editor of the Query column ex-
tracted wondrous plug of something that
looked like tobacco from his trousers, took
a good sized chew, and smilingly con-
demned me to be the official goat and
bring home the bacon. In other words to
obtain upon the perils of my life de-
tailed and correct first hand version of
the significance of S. o. S.
Why this final selection fell upon poor
Me instead of the more capable shoulders
of one of the Star reporters of THE MIRROR
only the Editor is able to explain. To
grasp opportunity by the forelock and to
hastily comply, you'll agree was only ma
tural and therefore as matter of course
T boarded the first "Choo Choo' and in
due time arrived in the inland metropolis
of Bretzels. To locate the huge plant of
Herr Limbergers was childs play as it
covered four city blocks in the heart of
the manufacturing district situated along
the banks of an lazy flowing creek bear
ing the misleading name Roaring River"
The first objects obscuring my eyesight
were two immense and dazzlingly polished
brass plates on each side of the massive
main entrance heralding the official title
and activities of the concern housed with
in as
THE HERR L1MBERGER co.
Manufacturers of
Home Made Imported Delicatessen
SOS.
Passing a vestibule of solid pink marble
imported from far off Vermont and Ella
borately carved by Giuseppe Ponzi the
Hungarian master artist from avenue A of
New York city I soon found myself shuf-
fling over the inlaid floor of the main
office tremendous vaulted room that held
gold and silver. A short haired girl of the
happer kind caught my eye. Between a
desperate struggle to masticate large wad
of chewing gum and swallowing several
chocolate dainties hastily taken from a
large five pound box resting on the desk
the beauty managed to give me the once
over and after suspiciously viewing my
presentation card slowly drawled $4,000
you're the special correspondent of THE
MIRROR! Well, what cha think of that.
How is the, bunch behaving itself?"
Assuring her in my most masterful cor
respondent manner that everybody was
'Jake and to the gravy" she nodded pleas
antly and the famous smile that wouldn't
come off came to her cherry colored lips.
The dream vision turned to her desk
and rakishly adjusting telephone piece
over her permanent wave lisped to a re-
ceiver after furiously punching few
ivory buttons. eyes! Yes No! Yes!
Hello Say! get off the line will you? What
cha think this is anyhow? a matrimonial
agency or a mutual benefit society for the
Fair for-the nerve of some 600
Oh, Hello Mr.. Limberger there's repre-
sentative out here from the enforced va
cationist academy of Stillcreek, with duly