Hello Pals:

Thank you one and all a thousand times for writing to see about me. Contrary to wagging tongues, I did not get beat up about somoething that I penned, neither was I frightened and I declare my wife is still with me and another member of the family, if you please.

It happended like this, several weeks ago Babble and I were walking towards Washington Park about sundown, when we saw a well-known figure uptown way which might have been O.K. but she had company-Yes sir, boys and girls, she had company.

We knew the guy, of course we did, and thought it would make a swell story to play facts in the "Ole Column", well the bird got wise, pulled a jungle act and of course made a bad fellow out me and Babble also.

We don't use names; this chap raised so mush fuss, not only did the names get out but several of the nice old ladies up that way even heard the names that he called us which weren't so nice.

'Twas a mixup and feeling was running pretty high but things are all quiet now, and he is even going to start reading the "Flect" again. Love and more love to you and let me have your dust.

M.A.K.

One of the most talked of affairs in recent months has to do with a unassuming chap that travels in the cross town circle and asked a certain co-ed for a "play sometimes" and was reported to his wife by the innocent little thing, "who did not like fresh old men that were fat and wore glasses".

Now this other item deals with a certain smash up over the way and reasons for the same. Well, it seems like everything was O.K. until a certain Trainman put in his appearance, which made the first playboy suspicious and he made the fatal mistake of commanding another guy's wife not to see so and so, so often.

The record as far as Babble knows is held by the littel lady down town who by actual count, has played everything playable this season. Her latest "find" is a "drunken" big shot that dates her two or four evenings in the week and describes the "meets" in detail when he becomes "half tight". We don't go into Social Service but would suggest that the dame lay off the tipsy hot number because on his "off moments" he "feels sorrow" aloud for the injured member of the triangle.

High brow low down figured in the news of last week and Babble reports that a certain "lady" was seen after office hours and--well.

That office hour gag also brings another item, it seems like important engagements were mixed and one little girl kept waiting for the other little girl to go in and go out and the other little girl kept waiting for the other one to do the same thing. Mighty bad these modern Harems, make choosing a pretty risky thing to business.

Oh yes, and then I'll be leaving-Rumor has it on the go that a little business friendship has blossumed forth into something-real. Which of course is the proper course to be takenen Springtime. But Babble wonders why both cars have to be used, when both parties usually end up on the Free Bridge Road any way.

So long boys and girls, uncle will be with you next week.