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Show Santas Who Advertise Grow Weary Of Requests for Limousines Our Santa Claus story of the day; On of our bright young reporters, re-porters, noteing an advertisement that exhorted children to telephone tele-phone a certain number and talk to Santa Claus, called the number num-ber just to see what. A voice informed him Santa Claus was speaking, but the reporter re-porter wasn't fooled. He'd been around and had discarded the Santa Claus thing as fallacious when he was only 21 years old. So he piped his voice up a few pitches and started In: Reporter: "fs thith really" Thanta Clauth ?" Voice at other end: Tes, my boy, this is Santa Claus and what can I do for you?" Reporter: "You can 'bring me an electric train. Voice: "I can't promise you anything, any-thing, but where do you live and what's your name?" Reporter: "If you're really Thanta Clauth you otta know, you dope. Voice r"Somelimea TTnake mis-takes. mis-takes. though. Does your father work?" Reporter: "Hey. I thought I got presents anyhow." Voice: "I'll do what I ran." The reporter hung up. This, hs reflected, being a person whose mind works rapidly, sounded a bit commercial It was time to apply the acid test. He called back, and this time talked In his own rich baritone. Voice: "Hello, this is Santa Claus." Reporter: "Sounds mors Ilk a traffic cop to me." Voice: "Uh-uh, this is really Santa Claus." Reporter: "Nuts, horsefeathers, baloney and pickle rake." Voice (slightly strained): "What do you want for ChriatmasT" Reporter: "A quart of Scotch." Voice: "I could us on myself." Reporter: "Now that we understand under-stand each other, how many other Santas are there with you?" Voles: There are four of us and I'm almost craay." Reporter: "Other people ribbing you?" Vole: "Only on. He wanted a Hiapano-Sulsa limousine and a Japanese chauffeur. I could use on myself." |