Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-16

outskirts Of village in wales. The
name Of the village was Llwgennyf-
faphyough. 1t is said that the members Of the
local chamber of commerce once attempted 10
erect signboard on the county highway read
ing, You are now entering Ilewgennym
etc." but they ran out Of lumber before they
reached the penultin1ate syllable
Jack was an earnest, Woodworking lad. His
Industrious habits often led his friends to
quote the old saying that "an work and no play
makes Jack duh boy" And II the sort of
people who quote old sayings found him dun,
you can just imagine how dull he really must
have beenl
But he was ambitious He Ionged to forge
ahead and make name for himself. His uncle
Theobald had forged ahead and made q name
for himself, but it had been the wrong name,
and now Uncle Theobald was serving his 20
years in the gaol for forgery.
Jack had no desire to emulate his uncle. What
he wanted TO do was something heroic, some
feat of daring which would send his name
laundering down through the ages. WistfulIy he
watched the knights and men-at-arms gallop
by on their plumcd chargers. How could he, q
poor insurance solicitor, hope to compete with
them for public acclaim? He had no lance and
shield, but only pen and a brief case.
On a high mountain not far from the village
dwelt a Giant named BlunderbOre. The Giants
in those days were more formidable than the
Giants of today; you couldn't walk up to one
of them and say, Look here you big stiffi You'd
better behave yourself, or McGraw win trade
you to Boston"
This particular Giant-who rs matter of fact
was not very particular, for he ate any one who
happened to come along-caused the natives .
great deal of annoyance 1t was his habit to de-
scend upon the village every fortnight or so and
carry off several of the inhabitants He would
take them away to his castle and they would
never be seen again. His appetite was enormous,
and in single year he reduced the village from
Pop 3,289 to Pop. 2,124. (These figures were
furnished by the local chamber Of commerce
and are probably exaggerated)
MANY brave men had attempted to slay this
Giant, but none had succeeded and few
had lived even to tell of their failure. He was
over 800 years old and large for his age; when
he reared the very earth trembled
Nevertheless, Jack determined TO rid the
countryside of this scourge or die In the effort
So he set out for BIunderbore's castle one fine
June morning, armed with charts, tables and
an impressive collection of statistics.
The Giant had just finished breakfast and
was still seated in the dining hall when Jack
arrived Before him was fagOn Of wine as big
as rain barrel
without knocking, the youth strobe into the
huge dining hail. doffed his cap and bowed.
"Mr. Blunderbore?" he said Jack is my name.
have little proposition here which am
sure will be Of interest to you. Can you spare
me few minutes Of your timer?
The Giant, amazed at the effrOntefy Of the
lad glared at him ferociously and rOared, Pee
ne foe fum!"
Now Jack had studied the technique Of sales
manship. He knew What 10 DO When the
Prospect Says mo" But there had been moth
ing in the text boks about what TO Do When
the Prospect Says Fee ne foe furn." For
moment he was nonplussed.
IT beg your pardon2" he said.
Fee he foe fumi" repeated Blunderbore. "I
smell the blood of an Englishmanl"
"Is that SOP" remarked Jack ehattily. My
mother was English She came from Little
Mufhn-in-the-MlIsh. Upper Tiddly, Hants,
Hoops. Some of her people are stin living there
the Wynks. Perhaps you have heard Of then"
II ate a young curate from Upper Tiddly
once" said the Giant renliniscently. Rather
stringy, he was"
wei, well" sighed Jack, fancy that 1t
just goes to show that this Is a small world,
after all. suppose 1t seems especially small TO
you, being Giant And that brings me
TO the object OF my call, Mr.. Blunderbore-or
perhaps should say, my mission" Jack laughed
nodestly. "for am, in sense. sort Of mis-
sionary."
0YoU know what happens to missionaries. /"
observed the Giant. CHANGING significantly
ct the massive iron cauldron which hung in the
fireplace.
81 was speaking fguratively," Jack explained.
81 am here In your interests Mr.. BIunderbore.
My company has made special study Of Giants
and their problems, and we have devised q re-
tirement income plan which I believe would
be ideally suited to person In your circum-
stances. Have you ever stopped to think where
you will be at 65?'
Sixty the Giant roared derisively "I
was 1913 last Whitsuntide thou fooll"
We'll, then" amended Jack, "have you ever
To yrkan Won will he