Typhoid--did I tell you ?" While Martin changed the telegram to "two laundrymen," Joe went on:- "I never wanted to drink when I was in hospital.

Funny, ain't it?
But when I've ben workin' like a slave all week, I just got to bowl up.

Ever noticed that cooks drink like hell ?--an' bakers, too?
It's the work.
They've sure got to.

Here, lemme pay half of that telegram." "I'll shake you for it," Martin offered.
"Come on, everybody drink," Joe called, as they rattled the dice and rolled them out on the damp bar.
Monday morning Joe was wild with anticipation.

He did not mind his aching head, nor did he take interest in his work.