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Show Imagine! A visitor who had come to New York to see the sights boarded a Fifth Avenue bus in a slightly limp condition. He talked to the driver about this and that until the driver was forced to suggest that he go up to the upper deck to enjoy the fresh air and view. He had a happy hap-py jag on so he complied with the driver's request. But hardly ten minutes had passed before he was breathing into the driver's ear again. "What's the matter?" asked the driver, "get tired of it already?" "Oh. no," the drunk assured him, "I like it a lot up there. But between be-tween you and me it ain't safe. There's no driver." |