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Show kfph7pr W WNU Srrvk IMAGINARY INTERVIEWS: UNCLE SAM AND JOHN Q. CITIZEN John Q. Sara, you look different all of a sudden. Uncle Sam I feel different. In fact, I haven't felt better in years. John Q. You mean to say you feel the best in years, with this war crisis and everything! Uncle Sam That's just it I've suddenly shed the hypocrisy, torn off the blinders and gotten rid of the Little Lord Fauntleroy suit. I'm even beginning to look at facts and not wince. It's wonderful! John Q. But don't you think there are tough days ahead of you? Uncle Sam Sure. But I'm never at my best except in tough days. I don't want to seem boastful, but in all these years of coddling, comparative com-parative ease and comfort I haven't felt right. There were times when I hated to see myself in a mirror. John Q. It's strange, but I feel the same way. I've been squawking squawk-ing and making demands all over the lot; I've been getting sore because be-cause I had to keep the old car three seasons; I've been yelling murder because there were worms on the third ereen at the country club, and I've been working up a terrific peeve because of the lack of free gasoline. And now, suddenly, sudden-ly, they all seem unimportant and trivial. Uncle Sam It's a swell break for us both. John Q. But it means plenty of trouble, I suppose. Do you feel in condition for it? Uncle Sam No, darn itl I've grown so soft it's going to be a terrific ter-rific battle to get into shape. John Q. I feel pretty flabby, too. Say, why did you let me get this way? Uncle Sam (indignantly) How did I let YOU get this way! What I wanna know is how YOU let ME get this way. John Q. You're the boss; I just do as I'm told. Uncle Sam That's your story, and we're both stuck with it You're the real boss. John Q. Who? Me? Uncle Sam. I only reflect your wishes and opinions. And for years I got the idea all you wanted was plenty of white meat John Q. Don't blame it all on me, Sam. Every time I looked at you you were busy on plans for the more abundant life. Instead of a tough, wiry old guy with his fists clenched and his sleeves rolled up you were like a fat spendthrift, yelling yell-ing that life was just a bowl of cherries cher-ries and asking everybody to step up and help himself. Uncle Sam-That was your fault. erg0t 50 you bought I was a SLOT MACHINE. And you were always al-ways looking for the jackpot John Q.-Why, listen when you should have been rlnum t ,.,.. . tacks, developing your muscles and . hardening yourself for any contin- . gency, you were behaving as if all . anybody had to worry about in this , world was a bigger recreation pro- , gram. p Uncle Sam - There you've not ' yourself mixed up with me You were the fel-" fel-" low who demanded demand-ed tilebathrooms, I an orchid bed in every back yard, three days a week for auto trips and a guaranty roads, cold nights and sd Mur seSUetribUti- -.-Whydidyoucatertome Uncle Sam I Wioh T i, irL te 1 bought of ,EV: "nut lor yoursell you'd start wiring me for aid in every ev-ery crisis, from falling hair to a leak in the radiator. radia-tor. John Q.WeU 1 guess it's all , "6 JUU :iSIl5! 1111 own. g Party and get on our GrasS'M"133 mean you THE NAME'S FAMILIAR BUT The head of the French r armistice enforcement h h"Germa" olone. named Stu0" a mans think nf t"ld'e- The Gcr-they? Gcr-they? 01 everything, ., . "Brazil Will n Says HuH.f-'e W1U, Us. Wanna bet? . As a baseball rli.h F"ley wlu at Mr. dbt about a 1,ei strictly okay ""rd rn being |