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Show OH, SLEEP, WHERE ) IS THY STING? If you are not an athlete, the most irresistible way I know of spending the afternoon is going to sleep. Just excuse yourself to whoever who-ever happens to be standing around suggesting that you subject your physique to a severe threshing at body building, pop into bed, and continue the discussion from underneath un-derneath the blankets. This will bore your collocator and explode his composure, but before be-fore he goes out in a dudgeon, remember to request him to call you if anything interesting happens hap-pens which you ought not to miss. Under no circumstances include fires on the list of events for which it is worth while to let yourself be roused out of bed. Bloomington fires are invariably disappointing; you can see nothing noth-ing but smoke and you never get a satisfactory view of that. Peo-' Peo-' pie yell good things at the refugees refu-gees sometimes, but you will hear these repeated twenty-five or thirty thir-ty times anyway by somebody who knows just how to put the right expression into it. However, I don't want to appear ap-pear prejudiced and am pei-fectly willing to play the game by admitting ad-mitting that there are other ways of spending the afternoon. Yes, there are, but they don't amount to anything. |