The Washington times., 1938-05-18

owns 200 feet depth on the boule
yard, right back to the foot of the
hills. It's just ideal for a little
motor court that would clean up
We could start with just a few
bungalows and"
But why elucidate further?
Here was setup that no normal
woman with proper ideas could re-
sist. Pop Pugsley didn't realize it
but he was already in the same par,
lous state as the PhiliStines in
Jericho the day Joshua began
marching round and round with
his trumpeters working overtime.
Circumstances came to the aid
of the schemers. Pop got up on a
shaky pyramid built of three chairs
one day to set a bottle Of honey on
top of a large display of his wares.
The pyramid gave way and Pop
crashed to the concrete floor with
all of his 200 pounds. Casualties;
One broken leg-and was Pop fit
to be tied!
So they picked him up and car
ried him to bed. The doctor set
the bone and decreed six weeks on
his back.
EDNA'S MEANS TO END
"Now's your big chance" Bee
exulted to Edna. She was dead
wrong. The next day Pop put a
help wanted ad in the paper and
hired a man to wait on him. Pops
bachelor quarters were still cans
tuary against feminine invasion.
THE man lasted two days. Pop
fired him because he couldn't
make decent coffee. He didn't
know that Edna made a point ct
spelling every mess Of coffee car
ried in to the patient. Came then
a procession of eager males, walk.
ing into Edna'S varied traps like
flies into a spiders web. She
framed them right and left with
shamelessness born of a cause she
knew was worthy. Pop had to be
saved if it killed him.
"Why can't a Teller ever get o
breakfast fifteen to be et?" The
voice of Pop roared into the dawn.
Edna grinned. The tenth male
servitor had just been paid of
amid grunts and cuss words. With
brave nonchalance she took a
steaming dish off the stove, set q
percolator burbling with fresh COT
fee on tray, and marched into
the lions den.
Hand me my specks." Pop
cried. who are you, anyway? A
new one?"
Edna cleared her throat loudly,
simulated a masculine baSso, dett-
ly removed Pops spectacles, and
set down the tray.
whats to eat?" he roared.
"Try 'em and see. They're cake
hots."
"How can I eat if I can't see?
Where's my specks?"
I'm looking for them. Here, try
this while it's hot"
She handed him a sizzling NOR
sci in a paper napkin, just an or
binary hot dog wrapped in buck
wheat cake plastered with butter
and molasses instead Of the regu'
lation bun. Pop tasted it, took an
other tentative MUNICH, and then
went at it in earnest. He took his
coffee black and unSweetened and
this day it was perfect. He beamed
and said:
Say, that was pretty good"
"There's another coming up"
"Cake hots, you said. Hmm.
That's an idea, by jimmy crickets.
Made 'em yourself, Ell? Who are
you?"
POP HANDLES EDNA
Edna handed him his glasses.
His brows beetfed and his mouth
began to form angry words.
"You quiet right down now,
Pop" Edna commanded. Eyes, I
made 'em. My cake hots are the
speciality of the house since you
been laid up and couldn't do the
cooking. I'm maxim you a mint
of money. Now, you just listen to
me.
THE crutches are coming from
the hospital today and you'de to
be allowed to get up and exercise
a bit-three minutes, the doctor
said, and then back to bed you
CO."
Three minutes!" Pop breathed