The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-11

and around to see what h
were sleeping. two ordinary
mailroom of the National Fl
Fifth avenue. the other day to
see if they had any mail.
One was tall and slim and
boyish, blond and blue-eyed.
His hair curled a bit, his eyes
twinkled, though his face was
straight.
The other was more broadly
built, his hair was dark and
smooth, his eyes held a look of
cosmic sorrow and his mouth
evinced cosmic disdain.
Work stopped at twenty
desks. A few dozen young
women, young men clerks and
Office boys lowered about,
friendly. They brought let
ters by the hundred and
heaped them on a big table.
over the stacks the two men sat
looking big-eyed at each other.
we is got a lotta mail, sho-Sho'
chuckled the blonde one, relapSlng
into a wistful nasal falsetto'
Yu Open En-
Check" announced the other
with solemn and pompous tinality'
his voice going deep. And double
check!7
The sad one sighed aloud. THE
propalition is" he commanded with
great dignity, for you to open
EN-"
Il amt a gonna do it," replied
the blonde youth. drawing up ms
chest. He beamed at the girls, VINO
beamed back at him from all SIDES
and explained, Use requested!
Whereupon the few dozen girls
obtained a few dozen letter openers
and got busy. And Amos n Andy
took a breath.
alone at last" sighed Amos in
his own pleasant voice.
The pair had been beSieged by
crowds at Grand Central when, on
their arrival. a redcap recognized
them and started a handshaKlng
bee
Followed by crowds to their taxi,
they had driven roundabout way
to a quiet hotel, had registered I'M
der strange names, had given do
not disturb" orders to telephone OPP
orators and messengers. Like swal-
lows. they had darted into the NbC
building through a crowd OF fans.
Many Types of Letters
And now here they are, alone
with their silent audience. Here IS
the pen and pencil, testimony OF
their public. These are the myriad
echoes of the legend they have wo-
ven into the great American vul-
gate. i
The letters fall into multi-colored
drifts-pink, blue, gray, yellow, green
and white. They are penned with
delicate facility on hand-preSsed
linen or pressed with arduouS pencil
into 'rough-ruled tablet sheets.
They come from mansions and
tenementS, from hospitals, lodges,
clubs and offices. They arrive some
times at the rate of 10000 month,
depending on the difficulties in
which Amos n Andy find them
selves entangled and never less than
5000 monthly.
one envelope bears for address
only a pen and much black ink
sketch of pompous Andy pulling the
necktie OF meek Amos, who says,
in the balloon, Il amt a gonna do
it,"
From All Over Nation
Another, addrf sed from Portland,
Ore, says only. "Sho, sho-Check
and Double-Check-Tse Requested"
One arrived promptly in the little
town Of Chicago. the other in the
village Of New York.
Sparkling-eyed Amos grows serious
over such letters in the pile as this
note from DR.. c. r. Hagen. Valley
View SanatOrium, Paterson, n. j.:
a few days ago a lad in the
ipfirmary, who was near the end Of
the road, rang for the nurse and
said, between coughs and gaSping
for breath. us o'clock and 1 want
Amos n Andyl'
The nurse replied. Perhaps they
will put them on; Just take it easy
now The boy begged. Please go
out to the Office and tell them I'm
dying and want to hear Amos n
Andy . In few moments Amos
n Andy were on the air and the
lad was contented.
He breathed his life out at s.
o'clock, his last dark hour made
bright by Amos n Andy" -.
~ old lady in Maine writes