Show Sob Sister Ought to Sob M Gi il rF M 31 y Loses Chance for Hubby r G a r rI I i z k iT I INice Nice Man Wanted Good Wife but He Wanted Her to Keep Alarm Clock Oiled and Hold Her Job Good Night i iBy By Selma Miller Guess what A man with a n. Jag of ot lonesomeness or or maybe It was restaurant cooking wandered Into the office In quest of a wife the other day I thought sure The Telegram was slated right then and there to lose the best woman reporter on the staff I found out different later on One of the masculine masculine masculine mas mas- culine pushers of ot the pencil referred him to me having had no experience with wives VIves that Is with none of ot his own The gentleman z In question was looking for a n wife Would the young lady help him out You Just bet your sweet life lite she would YOU KNOW MEN ARE SCARCE The cockles of ot my heart began to warm With the great man shortage on and the French Trench and English girls crazy over the American boys time had come when every American girl should act and that quickly I decided de decided decided de- de to accept him Just when I reached this conclusion I heard some kind of at a sickly bell on the outside It reminded me of ot the alarm clock and going to work every day of ot my my life lite My fate was sealed or I should say his wa was I concluded GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN I And then amidst lacking clacking of of typewriters type type- writers shouting office boys and i cigarette smoke he told me He i I wanted a sweet little girl for his very own One who would help him himi l I to navigate the turbulent waters of ot I j jold old H II C C. L L. Perhaps they would I have hi a bungalow some chickens and maybe a housekeeper How my I heart leaped with joy No more dirty dishes to wash or dusting to do j I IMy My joy knew no bounds for did It not mean that that that- I would never home have tp to Jump up In the dark dawn I and choke of off the bIen bleating alarum NOW AINT THIS TOUGH The The woman that I am seeking seeking J must have a n good job and stick to it even after our marriage came as as I an ominous death knell to my hopes I That I 1 am seeking cut my ear I j drums stillWell still I i Well Y n I pray the Lord that you ou don't dont find her I screamed I |