The hottest bit of gossip runs like this: A certain Mr. and Mrs. were "high balling" with a young and single Romeo who wisely tried to "high ball" the Mr. into a deep sleep. Well after taking on quite a few, the Mr. did doze off. Then Romeo took Mrs. by the hand and started for the door. Said Mr. in an alcoholic hick, "say, gimme another shot before yo'all go out there".

Honest, Zeke, that "TREES" is just your number. If you don't believe it, ask----? about the other night at the concert.

Mr. Booker we certainly enjoyed your piano solo last Thursday over W. E. H. C. When can we expect another?

To the couple in the coupe that parked for one hour last Friday night down on Preston Ave.--watch your step. I played the figures on the license plate and if I strike, boy, O boy, what publicity, won't you get!!

Awful sorry Mr.-- we received your letter but we cannot mention names unless permission is granted. How did you manage to know about the two youngsters out on Garth road after 2 A.M. last Thursday morning?

Tis whispered that a certain romantic gent, who has a habit of playing his guitar and singing songs in the street late at night--left the "heights" in a gallop one night last week.

Now don't tell that I told, but a certain salesman was interrupted in midst of his "sales" talk by the head of the house. Do you think that boy was unnerved? No, sir--he just calmly said, glad to see you Mr.--did your wife tell you about the policy I want to sell you?