The sidewalks between Model Laundry and Pollard's were congested last Tuesday morning, now, no fights or holdups, Heiskell's Hampton Shop was closed and about twenty corner sheiks who had been accustomed to "hangin aroun" were hunting parking spaces.

A certain gentleman from uptown way went out to Press Inn Monday night. It was a trifle warm, so in middle of a dance a gentleman reached in his pocket for his handkerchief; instead of pulling out the bandanna out jumped a hook, a line and some bait. The crowd laughed, but old Fred just stepped back and said "I always come prepared for suckers."

And speaking about Press Inn reminds me, the "Secret 12" can certainly entertain. I enjoyed it all and everybody else did until Sampson tapped his boys off on "42nd St." Whew! Samp, sa-ay, avoid those Sunday night exploits and rehearse your boys a little. You have stuff--use it kid.

Saw old Charlie (Nit) Brooks down by the bank Wednesday A. M. looking some prosperous. Say "Nit" what system are you using these days?

Don't tell that I told, but at a certain little party several nights ago, a Mrs.--got gay with gin and it kind of made her "diz'y". Her gigolo and her hubby were present. At about 11:30 Mrs.--skipped out for some air, that is, hot air from her gigolo. Hubby appeared on the scene prior to the gigolo--being still a little dizzy Mrs.--mistook hubby for her giggy, "c'mon let's go," she said, "the old man's inside dancing".

The slickest bit of slick stuff had to do with a well known Playboy. He met his Plaything over on Ridge St. and was just going off to frolic when ----my dog gone tire went flat in front of Midway School and I couldn't follow them.

'Tis whispered that the "Creole Boswell sisters" are planning a surprise radio debut over W. E. H. C. Much luck girls--and --so long????