The Washington times., 1937-10-28

carry them any place.
It is common knowledge that
at least one best seller, a tome on
the idiosyncracies of the last gen
Grafton, had it's inspiration in a
Joint bank account.
Husband and wife had beer
building it for years until it re-
sembled an installment of Fin
lands national payment to the
United States.
Knowing its size and potential
tiles, the husband one day found
himself tired of the internal grind
OF work in an advertising office.
His thoughts went to far places.
He envisioned himself and his wife
as among the passengers of a lux
urious liner embarked on a world
cruise. That would take three
months.
Returning from it, he and she
would take a little place in the
country. There he would sit him
self down and write the book
which was just bursting within
him.
WOULD QUIT JOB
BY Cad, he thought to himself
in an English accent, he would
quit his job today. Irrevocably!
He would just walk in and tell the
boss that he didn't want any more
of the job. From now on, he was
going to be on his own. The wish
was parent to the thought.
He walked into the boss office
and quit. The boss told him he
couldn't quit now. The firm had
to have him. The boss objection
to his leaving made him angry;
and anger, and the realization
there was money behind him.
made him think of several things
he had been meaning to tell his
boss.
A lot of them were personal and
all were unComplimentary When
he finished his farewell address he
couldn't have held that job with
graphing hooks.
Smiling, he arrived home that
night and informed his little wife
Of his hardly won freedom. She
promptly tainted. Revived, she
confessed that there weren't two
dimes left of their joint accounts.
Then there was the case of Mike
McNulty and Mrs. McNulty and
their joint bank account and
Mixes weakness for betting on the
horses. Mike was one of the most
consistent and unlucky hoss play.
ers in Greater New York.
1t was a vice he had substituted
for the one Of drink which had
had him in its clutches since that
unfortunate day in his childhood
when chance led him to a bottle
Of his mothers elderberry wine.
The McNulty joint bank account
grew out Of lucky day at ia
maica. It was Saturday and pay
day and he spent his afternoon
off at the track. Mike was strictly
a form player and he had been
watching a horse named Nonsuch
for months.
He figured Nonsuch was ready
and he put his whole weeks salary
on him together with ten dollars
one of the boys in the office had
paid him for a loan. It amounted
to eight-two dollars. Well, Non.
such was ready, all right. He came
home about four lengths ahead of
the field and he paid 30 to /.
When Mike caShed his bets and
counted his winnings, they awed
him. There was $2,460 right
there in his hand and for the first
time in his life he felt the fear Of
thieves. He looked furtively about
him.
He thought for a wild moment
Of taking a taxicab home even
though he knew it would run him
about seven dollars.
He let himself into the apart
ment and left the key in the door
as he hurried to find Mrs. Nc.
Nulty to tell her the wonderful
news. She was in the kitchenette
turning a ham steak on the frying
pan and she did not look up when
he said:
Ethel. guess what?"
you lost another weeks salary"
And then she turned around and
glared at him. Look here, Mike
McNulty, I'm sick and tired of
being a gamblers wife! This is
the way it is week after week.
II take what little money you
think you can afford to give me
after paying your losses and try
to keep off relief by careful spend
ing. But do I get any help from
you? No. don. You snarl when
I tell you about bills and you sneak
off to the race track on payday
and come home broke.
Il wouldn't mind it so much If
you'd take me with you. But no!
I'm beginning to believe you're
ashamed of me. And what man
wouldn't be the way you dress me.
I've worn that gray tulle for two
years now and"
ASTONISHED WIFE
Her mouth stayed open and her
eyes began to bulge as he dragged
the roll of bills from his pocket
and held it there in his hand.
How much is there?" She
asked.
"Twenty-four hundred and sixty
smackers. Pretty good afternoons
work, amt it. Brains, Ethel! I
figured Nonsuch to win. I've been
watching and waiting for him. To-