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Show FAME VICTIM UNVEILSSTATUE TO SELFAfter working for some months to obtain an interview with Miss Sherma Clark, we at last corneredsthe buxom wench at Bux Hot Springs in her morning dip. Dips are being worn with tulle flares in peplums this spring, and believe me, dear readers, Miss Clark certainly can wear dips. We even got dipsy just watching her."Sherma, ole gal, ole gal, ole gal," we began with a cordial glass in her direction (Burgundy 1885-and what cordial!) "how's tricks?""Well," replied Sherma, wringing out her bathing suit with her teeth, 'with U. S. Steel in its present flux-------""Excellent," said we, breaking into a herd of bucks and wings, and occasionally painting a mustache on a billboard, "but keep the conversation clean, Sherma. This is a family magazine."Sherma brooded, and presently a little troop of chickens poured down the aisle. "I believe the present business depression to be the result, of-""Acid stomach," we hastened to mutter (for Sunday would be Mutter's Day, and we felt ill anyway.) "Thank you, Miss Clark, for this revealing interview. You certainly have a lovely cell here, in spite of the trench rats which just gnawed my foot off at the wrist.""It's kind of you chaps to notice my new rat," smiled Sherma, and still smiling she disappeared down the drain with a last snuff of snuff.What happened when Sherma brooded.Miss Clark, in coy pose, ogles hoop.Pleased with the success of our interview, we off-to-Buffaloed to the left wing, the rats now dangling from our armpits, and tumultuous applause earing in our rings. Throwing Sherma, the Head Seal, some warm feesh, we led the happy pack of seals off to their wives and kidneys. It had been a great day.331 |