The Coolidge examiner., 1933-06-23


Poindexter had no way of knowing
about the New Stone between Jeri
cho and Whiffingdale or the De
tour made necessary by the Bridge
being out between Millions Grove
and SassafraS Ridge.
At the very Moment when they
should have been unpacking the
Luncheon Basket under the trees
at Bald Rock, while merry Laugh
ter echoed through the Glen and
gOOd-natured QuipS leaped from Lip
TO Lip they were, as Mr.. Gibble aft
erward described it, hellwards be-
tween Fronceville and Sackett's
corners, on Dirt Road that hadn't
seen a Scraper since the Civil War.
AS far as the Eye could reach there
was verdant Expanse of Bull
rushes For the first time in months
the Car was obeying the Law. 1t
was doing less than %.
1t came out, while they were Ex-
ploring, that Mrs. Gibble had want
ed to go via Milford, but Mr.. Poin-
dexter had talked her out of it. AS.
for Mr.. Poindexter, he kept repeat
ing, over and over, "They told me
this was the best Way to come"
which, under the Circumstances, was.
just the same as no Conversation at
all.
If the MONDAY Luncheon served
promptly at p. N. carried the gen.
eral Gloom of a child's funeral it
was because Mr.. and Mrs. Gibble
and Miss Peevy could not find time
to say a Word. They were too busy
hoping that Estelle would never
marry Mr.. Poindexter.
Everything Fell FIat-Even a Tire.
1t is said that the Trans Siberian
Railway, running half way around
the Globe from Kowchuck to Vladi-
vosizovith is the longest straight
away Road in the World, but the
Gibble Expedition, in proceeding
from Bald Mountain to Lake Waha-
ha, where they purposed spending
the night at a well-known Resort
Hotel which serves everything
fresh from the Can, got on plainly
marked Highway and remained
there for Weeks and Weeks.
Mr.. Gibble will always insist that
he wrote for Reservations and he
thinks that he mailed the Letter.
Nevertheless when the travel-stained
and red-eyed Outcasts found them
selves grouped in the Hotel Office.
like a Huddle of Lithuanian Immi-
grants, the Unpopularity which had
been lavished upon Mr.. Poindexter-
was transferred, by a vote of to l,
to Henry and he didn't have
Comeback in his System.
Finally, about an Hour after the.
Dance was over, the Women Folks;
were shown to a Cottage on the Hill
while Mr.. Poindexter and his never
to-be Father-in-Law occupied Cots.
in the laundry.
When they started for Home next
A. NJ. it was Mrs. G. who gave the,
orders and so she was to blame.
when the Speed Cop got them just
outside of Jimpson Heights. They
had six Witnesses who testified that.
they were creeping along at about
Is miles per Hour, so the Justice.
soaked them $2S, and after they
were out on the Road again, the
Engine and Miss Peevy developed
a Knock.
1t had to be one of the new Tires.
that went fat. The man in the Ca
rage had guaranteed it for 10000
Miles, which Explanation seemed to
satisfy every one except Mr.. and
Mrs. Gibble, Miss Peevy and Mr..
Poindexter.
The Shades of Night were falling
fast when the joy-riding Bus passed
! through a quiet Village which was.
| so Miles from a Bath-Tub.
The Moon was smiling in the Sky
WuCll DOOICo WClC lCluONCO
the Car, but the Moon had a prac-
tical Monopoly of all that Smiling
Stuff.
The Chauffeur had been fired,
once more, and if you think that
Estelle and Mr.. Poindexter were.
holding Hands on the Back Seat,
then you must be Crazy.
No one had anything to say to
any one Else except that Mrs. Glib
BILE was handing to the Mental De-
fective who paid her Bills, and what
she said cannot be inserted herewith
as the Newspaper using this Article
| is limited to Space.
MORAL: Automobiles can elimi-
nate Distance, but Not Human Ma
ture.