The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1942-10-16
THE WAR CONTRACT OR
WHERE AM I?'

WHERE AM IL?
Mr.. Wimple wanted to find out
about a pin. It was a little pin
required as part of gun mechan-
ism. The government needed this
type of pin in large quantities in
hurry, Wimple, who made pins,
had been told. He had received a
letter from the PDQ or something
urging him to convert his shop for
an about production of pins. He
replied, asking about few particu-
lars and got back letter from the
PDQ saying that the BBA now had
charge of the matter.
Mr.. Wimple decided he had better
60 to Washington and get things
Strengthened out. He went to the
building which housed the BBA to
see the chairman, a Mr.. Zoofus. He
was told to wait in an anteroom.
After a few hours a clerk came out
and told him that Mr.. Zoofus had
been assigned to another bureau
and that he would have to see Mr..
Bilch. Mr.. Bilch was in the Office
of the PQX or something is blocks
south, "take your next left"
Mr.. Wimple couldn't get a taxi so
he walked. At the office of the PQX
he was told that Mr.. Bilch was in
conference with officials of the HQA
about web matter. But Mr.. Gim-
py was present.
Estate your business" said the
attendant.
81 stated it three hours ago." said
Mr.. Wimple.
"Oh," said the attendant, "just a
minute, please"
He disappeared and came back
presently. "Mr. Gimpy took plane
to Oshkosh about an hour ago." he
explained. ''He left word he couldn't
discuss those bolts today" b
.Not bolts,' corrected VIM
pie. "Pins!"
''Oh, pins!, exclaimed the attend
ant. 'The man you want to see is
Mr. Tookle over at the DPBA. That's
in the Effadoofus Building"
He finally reached the Effadoofus
Building and found the DPBA head
quarters. Mr.. Tookle was in. What
did he wish to see him about? About
pins. Take a chair, please! After
a while Mr.. Tookle sent out word
that he was not prepared to discuss
those brass washers yet.
"Pins," groaned Mr.. Wimple,
mot washers
Mr.. Tookle came out, a little ex-
asperated. "Pins?" he asked. "You
don't mean gaskets, do your"
''Pins,o said MIR. Wimple
YEARLY. ''I'm Wimple, the pin
manufacturer. Maybe this cor
respondence will clear it all up"
He showed a packet Of letters
from Washington.
"Oh," said Mr.. Tookle, ''this is
about pins, not ratchets. You will
have to see Charlie Zamm. He's
co-ordinating that matter. Three
miles north, take your left at the
ninth traffic light. Good dayl"
Mr.. Winple now stole motor.
cycle. He was getting desperate
and was determined to cover ground
more rapidly. He made the next
building in fair time. Was Mr..
Zamm in? Which Zamm, Charles
or Joseph? Charles, he thought. No,
Charlie Zamm was in Moscow but
Joseph Zamm would be glad to dis
cuss those metal clips with him.
"Pins," said Mr.. Wimple.
"Take chair; Mr.. Joseph Zamm
will be back any minute"
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It was pretty dark now. Mr.. VIM
pie was thinking of calling it all off
when Mr.. Zamm appeared. Sorry
to hold you up" said Zamm. "I'm
glad you came down, we need those
hub-caps as fast as you can turn 'em
out"
"Pins," said Mr.. Wimple, weakly.
II thought you were the hub-cap
contractor" said Mr.. Zamm.
There is some. confusion here"
s'Nuts, :" said Mr.. Wimple,
leaping through the window.
(P. She joined up with the marines.
IL seemed to be the only sUay to help sUin
the soar Wifbous too much delayJ