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Show a.' r - j - a a-sa 'ry m m l.v..4 i Hi u . )A 1 His name ends with "cjolis." It must end with "opolis," because he's a Greei, ar.l all CrecLc, modem Creak manes end with opolia, or ousht to. He sells flowers on Main street, near the postodce. . . : Opolis cloned up his 2x4 stand last night about 6 o'clock and went on his way to -the little opolises. Passing the Federal building he went inside, and upstairs up-stairs to the second floor to the washroom,, wash-room,, where he proceeded to get rid of surplus real estate. - He washed and he washed, and . he washed some more. He didn't hear the janitor lock tho door. Opolis kept on washing. Finally the real estate gave way tolhe washout, and Opolis emerged a" cleaner andi lighter man a white man. - Opolis dried his face and hands. Opolis tried the door. Opolis tried and tried and tried again. Nothing .doing. I That door was as fast ss the pass of j Thermopylae or the Duchess of Aosta. Opolis got cold feet. He was locked in. And it was dark and Mrs. Opolis was worrying and the little Opolises were howling for papa, and the spaghetti was getting cold. That door stuck. Opolis suddenly became be-came enlightened and tried the window. The window, the United States official window; opened to his wonder, and Opolis Opo-lis steped out. Stepped out on the skylight sky-light and began prospecting. Violets at a dollar a bunch and carnations aud roses and ferns crammed his cranium, but Opolis was a brave man and a Greek, b'gosh. Opolis meandered and tripped and wandered and perambulated around that official skylight until the cows came home. Nothing doing. Opolis tramped ana skidded around' that blamed skylight for a door or a window, but nothing doing. The snow snowed and the rain rained, but Opolis still was Opolis, and locked out. Locked out in the cold, cold world. Slow music and the spot light. Opolis, the brave, Opolis, the descendant de-scendant of kings, got scared, got weak in the props. Opohs yelled. Yelled and yelled and yelled until the windows rattled rat-tled and the dignity of the United States Government was awfully, yes awfully shocked. Opofis yelled. Tn the dim, dark and distant distance there came the sound of footsteps, or martial footsteps, of janitorial footsteps. Opolis stopped his long distance track run, and listened. Listened with both ears and his mouth and eyes open. Even his hair, the little wisp that caresses his eyebrows, stood up and lrstened. The footsteps " approached. Opolis yelled. The footsteps stepped up to a southwest window. The footsteps opened the window, and the footsteps wanted to know "what in hello Bill wuz the matter."' Opolis fell on the neck of the footsteps, called the footsteps foot-steps his deliverer and his brother and his meal ticket. Opolis stepped down and out into the corridor. Opolis skiddoocd. Opolis vamoosed. Happy Opolft ! Opolis was saved. Likewise nis honor. And verily his socks. That's -all. Yon don't have to laugh if you don't want to. The story is told. Zmen. Selah. ' ? |