The Omaha guide., 1934-08-04
SPEAKING OF
VACATION
BY PAUL JAY

OF ~VacaClOnS. heres a.
other idea to hip you appreciate a Ii
tic more the time allotted to YOU
VIXEN you don't hav to report TO.
work.
Prhaps you might have heard m,
me mention 7 knew there was abou
as mich chance of my vacationing il
the Roukies or any other place fol
that matter byond tn limits of my M
tive city as there was of my taking
passage for Europe. 1t was hare
luck all right with the thermometer
registering close around a hundred
evry day and me not being able tt
think of anything but the swll fish
ing trip / had last var, but, I just
had to make the best of it. l was
too big to cry and too little to laugh
d OCT it. | decided I'd get evn with
III any way.
How? Listen. I'm sure most of
you have had the same experience ]
nav in being awakened by the thrill,
raspng sound Of your alarm clock
which scowled a. ycu ccntemptibly as
though It would Ike to tell vol you
We q lazy wretch who'd rather sleep
chan vcrk. Who wouldn't in this
hot weather?
Well here's the opening scene Of
rny vauation delur. l set my alarm
clock the first night as usual, though
with q secret satisfaction the faith
full old tmepice knew noting about.
Win it started off the mkt morning
a. SIX l drw one long sigh of content
rent. Win it kept OF with its insis
tent clamor l grinned with malicious
glee. and wheln at last it broke into
n long wild outburst | laughed SO
hard my wife told me to stop or I'd
wake the whole neighborhood, | obey
d..
Thre want any use in playing any
attention to that cantankerous ole
clock that's like a lot of folks we all
know who are always urging US to dc
something d~isagreeable and then act
ing proud and dsgHsted like if we
don't the only thing to do with clocks
and people who don't see things the
way you DO is to forget them. Fur
ny isn't it how many there r tha'
have no sense Of humor?
It's too bad l guess, but it can't b.
helped. | knew I couldn't chang
conditions any so I closed my eye
and sank my head still deeper int
my pillow. Did you ever think wha
q good friend your pillow is n hoV
shamefllly you abuse it? You twis
it and turn it and pound it and polk
it. Sometimes it's too hard an
again it's too soft. By turns it's to-
hot and too cold but no matter hov
you treat it, it's always ready to tr,
as best t can to make you more con
fortabl, to ase your pain, to lightei
your care. Someday they'll build
monumnt to mans truest friend. |
won't b a dog either. It'll be a pi
low
Oh, you say you're running o.
wildly. Guess you're right. Well
before I got sidtracked, | was trying
to tell you what a grand and gloriou
telling | was experiencing as | la,
peacefully in my bed, realizing that
didn't have to rush around like
fireman nswerng a third alarm.
You ask me why | didn't follow
Harry LADDERS advice and have M
breakfast in bd. Oh, l didn't wan
anything to eat. l jlst wanted t
sleep and sleep, so | ulosed my eyes
boarded the dreamland and soon wa
sailing away through the fieecy cloud
on an airplane all trimmed with gol
and gistning with diamonds. | wa
having sucmh a good time that L
forgotten my disappointment in no
being able to go away like lots o
other folks did when I sat up sort G
~bwildered, like, rubbd my eyes, rar
my fngrs through my hair and listel
ed.
TIE twelve o'clock whistle wa
blowing, shrieking, screening, ma
ing a worse noise than that old alarm
clock ever had. I couldn't stop them
And I was getting more and NOR
wide awake every minute. Whel