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The other evening I picked up my old neighbor, Bob Jaeger, for a flivver spin to see the sights of Minneapolis.
First of all we visited the National Dutch room to enjoy the cabaret. Bob was much astounded as he viewed the shapely dancers shimmying to the jazziest of jazz orchestrations.
“What do you think of it, Bob?” I inquired.
“I think you’d better ask the orchestra to play a wedding march, and play it quick,” he retorted.
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Ignorance sometimes causes lots of trouble, and sometimes it falls upon the innocent. Witness the case of Gus, our hired man.
I went with Gus to the Shoe Palace in Robbinsdale while he purchased a new pair of boots. Now Gus suffers from a common malady—perspiration of the feet—and he’s very sensitive about it.
The clerk sprinkled some French chalk into the new shoes as he was about to try them on. Gus got up angrily.