1932

For the past several years, since I started to write this column, I have known that the time would come when I had absolutely no news to report. To produce a column under these circumstances would not be easy so I saved a letter received last fall for just this emergency and I quote as follows:

Dear Al, Well here it is the end of the summer season - the time when I usually take time out and write a few letters to my good friends; the time when I remember all the good things and indulge myself to the extent of getting a little sentimental.

It's a rainy evening, but here in my den it's cozy and comfortable. I'm sitting before a nice open fire with my typewriter sort of half listening to the Hi-Fi and slowly sipping a nice, very dry double martini. I only wish you were here, but since you are not, the least I can do is to toast your health and happiness, so time out, old pal, while I bend my elbow to you.

I just took time out to mix another martini, and while I was out in the kitchen I thought of all the time I would waste this evening if I went to mix another drink wvery once in a while so I just made ip a big pitcher of Martt Martinies and brought it backinw ith me so IBd have it right here besideme and wouldn't hav to waste time making more of them. So now I'm all set and here goes. Besides martinis are a great drrink. For some reason they never-seeme to affec me in the slighgtest. Can drink thrm all day long, so here goes.

The gr4atets think in tje whole word is friendship. A n believe me pal you are the gratest pal anybody ever had. Do you remer all the swill times you and me had together pal? The wonderful camping trisp. I811 never forget the timeoyu put the dead skunk in mh sleeping bag. ha.ha. Boy hwo we lauhged din we. Ndver dget the stin kout of it. But it wass prety funny anuwah. I still laught about it onec in whil. No as muhc as I usd to. But what the heek! After all you stillmy bes ole pac. And if a guy can8t have a laughg on a good treu freind once in a whele want the heck.

Dam pitcher was empty so I just wentout andma de anotherone and i sure ssiwisch you weer here al pal to help me drink thes martoni becaus they are simply deliucius. Pardn me while I lit my flass a/ to you good health oncemore because you the bests apll i got. Off cours why a pals woul do a dirty think lick puting a skunk in a nother pals sleping gabb IBm danm ifiknow. That was a luosy thing for anybbody an only a frist class hele wouid di it. Wasn a danm bit funneyi Still stinsk. And if you thinkiwas funney your dirty lous and as fare as i'm concernde youcn go plume to helll and stay the you ridty lous. The hel with ouy."

Secretary, 27 Hamilton Dr., N. North Caldwell, N.J.

Class Agent, General Abrasive Co., Inc. Niagara Falls, N.Y.