... BUBBLE SQUEAK Stories from Everywhere A visitor to an asylum, saw a man sitting by a wash-basin, the tap of which was turned on full. The inmate held a walking-stick, to which was fastened a length of string. On the end of the string was tied a piece of bent wire. This he worked slowly up and down the splashing flow of water. Have you caught many salmon today? asked the visitor, ...

... BUBBLE SQUEAK Stories from Everywhere The boss called one of his clerks into his private office. I have noticed, Jones, he began, that you, of all my clerks, seem to put your whole life and soul into your work. No detail is too small to escape your attention. No hours are too long for you. Jones glowed with pride and anticipation of the satisfactory promotion and increase in salary which ...

... Mpfegr SATURDAY^AFTERNOON. BY RAY CARR. BENEATH the fierce sun of an early afternoon the port of Padang drowsed. It was a Saturday afternoon. But this afternoon the office of Oakley and Company was still occupied by old Frank Oakley himself and his solitary assistant, Standish. Oakley, a stout and ageing man, sat at his desk waiting for Standish to leave. Why the deuce could not the youngster ...

... pjjpjpP^I THE COLONEL/S=GAMB1T7==[^ By MAL SHUMARD. THERE is one more? The Colonel scanned the list of prisoners and eyed his assistant questioningly. Yes, Sir. They are bringing him over under special guard. The Colonel got up from the mass of reports before him and walked wearily to the rear of the tent. A lull in firing added relief to the moment's relaxation, and he took a small chess ...

... By Richard King: FANATICISM sometimes takes the strangest forms, doesn't it? I can remember years ago one had only to mention the former film-star Rudolf Valentino in a slightly critical sense to await a whole avalanche of letters-- all vulgarly abusive. That they were mostly written from false addresses, or were anonymous, and all from middle-aged men and women, is beside the point. The point ...

... BUBBLE SQUEAK Stories from Everywhere Two golfers were annoyed by a slow couple in front of them. At one hole there was a particularly long wait. One of the offending couple dawdled on the fairway, while his companion searched industriously in the rough. At length the waiting couple on the tee could contain their impatience no longer. Why don't you help your friend to find his ball? she ...

... By KAY DAVIES. I LEFT my things on the table, and as no one was attending to my wants, I strolled round to try and find a hat for myself, my own being rather passé. There were two assistants, but their attention was not for me. They were busy talking in a far corner, so, after trying to catch the eye of one or the other of them, I set off on my own peregrinations. The hats were quite dreadful. ...

... f^p^L__vTcKY's vision.- By HAROLD BALDWIN. SOME may claim a cultivated taste for music or literature, or any other art; but it is the art of eating which the Websters have studied and cherished-- at least, ever since they became our next- door neighbours seven years ago, and I have no doubt long before that. Before the war their larder was always loaded with the richest, most delicious ...