Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1957-05-27

words come UP left-handed and
laced with irony. Most Of the
letters have been lost, but q few
lie limp beside the typewriter
and quote.
Humor In q Blue Mood
In the blue mood: 81 tell you
that it has been q monumental
poverty. reduced q couple Of
times to boiling my foot for
broth and even now can hardly
whisper. Sandy bottom. Blue
pebbles. My disasters are never
small. Not long ago. I was re-
clining in q cheap apartment
and the poor old landlady looked
in and spotted what she thought
was the body of John Wilkes
Booth. She shrieked for the cops
while / ran out the door carry
ing my temporary denture in q
glass of bourbon.
"a master Of evasion such as
I must reap as he sows. I even
sustained the catastrophe of
losing my little black book with
all the addresses-yours. rela-
tives. the terrific ones and even
the unthinkable last resorts"
After getting q job: Time
1880. Hangover: Force Six. I am
working in San Francisco, q
truly fine city. and once again
my candle burns in the old Ca
thedral. The sand runs through
the glass, the wheel turns and
behold!-compared to the last
few steamy years, your friend is
q picture Of good citizenship and
stability. Needless to say. I've
learned the lesson Of false pride.
false gods, Momism and hurried
surgery.
I'm going to get married,
She's q blonde vision Of love-
illness and, when I look at her
Il have no inner strength what
ever. ! have promised her every
thing from eternal devotion to
the map of the Lost Dutchman
Mine. It's like climbing the Mat
|terhorn on hands and knees and
at the top. somebody hands you
% popsickle.
Losing the Old Punch
Compound Clear: Wind Force
3. I'm not so good at this stun
anymore. The old punch isn't
there. The lines and delivery are
stale. Mostly, the women sound
as If they are OF the beam
When it's the other way around,
1t gets firing listening to your
self as they listen to you. q
sort Of echo-chamber with
nothing coming back except an
enigmatic smile. It all spells
that I'm older. -.
II went out to think alone,
These saloons are all the same,
dripping with fake rattan from
the Hoboken cane fields. each
one featuring some CLASSY moron
at the Hammond who has spent
his whole life moving along the
musical scale in q direction OPP
posite from Gershwin. Some
times there's q rinsed-out blonde
singer chirping Sans Song.
The drinks are six-bits . copy
with built-in snarls from the
mattresses"
After becoming manager Of
Del Charro: you'll never see the
beat OF this one for lavishness;
a shower Of gold glittering in the
warm sun. I've been playing the
role Of the quintessence Of boni-
faces to the hilt-as q result
have received offers to salvage
the Hotel Halsingfjord In Port
Chilikoot and the Ruwenzori ir
Mutwanga. Still. I'm cautious
and purchase my Coca Cola or
the time payment plan. Many {
time I have been close to great
ness, only to be flung backward
5000 light years to the level o.
the B. M. T.
Except for q growing aware
ness that I am losing my mind
very little Is new. / sip the grap'
and pray. I enclose . picture o
my daughter Meg 20 months
old. blonde and blue-eyed ant
thinks that her father Is q grea
man. It is for this. my friend
that the wheel spins. She is tn
woman in my life. The sole hop
Of q father is that she will nevei
get to know him any better thar
she does right now. and vii
always love him as much"
H. c. Witwer didn't have al
the talent in the family.
Copyright. 1857
King Features Syndicate Inc.
Wednesday,: Atomic attock" is
frightening but still somswhot obstroe
term 10 the average person. Jim Bisho
describes how such on ettoek wovl
come end why he thinks il hosn't bee
tried yet.