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IF THE street car company would like to have their bell clangers cultivate something besides Victory gardens, that something might be the unveiling of an occasional smile.
Most of them do, but there is one mo' torman on a southtown run who subscribes to the philosophy that if a little will do a little good, a lot should do likewise.
For several weeks a friendly motorman handed a slick chick a stick of gum as she mounted his car at exactly such and such a time every morning on a certain corner.
He said nothing. Just smiled, handed her the gum.
The tram man soon became office conversation and the coffee question every morning was built around the subject of gum and its mysterious giver.
Then things changed. One morning he gave her two. The next day he raised the ante to three, then four, and finally a full, unopened package.
With the chicle drama slowly but methodically unfolding, the office force awaited the arrival of their street car starlet (try saying that fast) the following morning.
But on this particular morning she was late. It was nearly nine thirty when the perfumed, feathered, furred lass glided into the office. She went to the window, looked out, but said nothing.
"What happened this morning, two packages?"
"No, my inquisitive dears — he asked ine for a date."
LET THERE BE LIGHT
THE circumstances have a long white beard but it is a revelation on how we might have lost the war.
A big warplant in the midwest was operated by the army with civilian employees. Army inspectors had orders, so they said, to open and inspect every item that came in or went out of the plant.
Two staff photographers stood helplessly by while inspectors opened and inspected their incoming shipments of unexposed film. After ruining several hundred dollars of film, the inspectors finally surmised that there were no bombs enclosed.
THE SECRET
ON the bench between innings of the Missouri-Kansas pigskin melee, somebody asked Coach Don Faurot where he got big guys like Jim Kekeris, the Dieselpowered, 4,800-ounce tackle-fullback.
"Well." began calm Don, "during the summer I send my scouts into the hinterlands. If one of them spots a big farmer pushing a plow, he vaults fences and strikes up a conversation.
"Right away the prospect is asked where he lives. If the candidate points with his arm, our scout just moves on.
"But — if he picks up the plow and points with that — we sign him on the spot."