﻿Sees Sign Of Coming Pay Days 
By T-BONE SLIM 
 
Elliot, chef high-executioner of New York and other states, is dead. He killed 400 of his kind (killers)—a record, I believe. He went to meet those he had dispatched. Yes, same place—grave. Women will be there; three, to my knowledge. 
Most of those he dispatched killed only one, some had only a half interest in a lone murder. Some were dispatched because they were Italian born. He killed Sacco and Vanzetti. There may be others that were innocent. His day is done. 
Marine Note 
Professor John W. Harriman of the Tuck School of Business Administration at Dartmouth sailed today on a West Indies cruise. 
“He believes that German economy can stand a long war. . . . Orthodox economy should learn that orthodox theories do not work,” he said. “According to orthodox theory, he added, “German economy should have blown sky-high five years ago.” 
Ha! A bit of sense, and it says something between the lines, too. 
What! No Salt Herring? 
Washington—Nation’s postmasters dined in the Mayflower Hotel amidst clatter of 50,000 pieces of China. (There were 3,548 Pm’s.) They used among other things: 21,000 pieces of silver, 6,000 Maryland biscuits, 25 gallons of olives, 1,800 breasts of capons, 75 bushels of potatoes, 150 dozen of grapefruit. 
Gosh! I hope the WPA doesn’t hear about this. Why, that’s almost enough to cause a revolution in Germany and England where pemmican is kinda scarce. 

Bigger the navy the less chasing an enemy sub needs do. I see where our beloved England is still fishing ‘em out of the sea. 

Tell you the truth, I don’t care whether I march to the poorhouse under benevolent eye of a democracy or malevolent eye of autocracy. It’s all the same to me—one egg on Easter. One egg yearly is their economy. And the worst is yet to come. 
Religious Front 
I haven’t much on the religious front except that a certain Rev. Linehan of Cleveland, O., was sent to one of Britain’s naval bases and Cleveland will have to struggle along the best it can on less complete spiritual consolation. 
Gypsy Smith, however, is a sure sign of returning prosperity. The goodly Gypsy and pay days are almost synonymous. This is about the 32nd visit we are enjoying from Rev. Smith—same number as European wars and I cannot decide which I enjoy most. 

Wichita, Kansas—”American Legion adopted a resolution calling for a national training school for statesmen. Looks like a slug to me 
Tanganika, Africa, has a prison with no bars, no cells, and no walls. 
Must be damn tough outside when felons duck freedom? 
Years ago walls were built to keen Prisoners inside. Today they serve to keep applicants out. 
Fix your economics. 
Double Time 
Moore Drydock, Oakland, Calif., gets contract for two 17,600-ton cargo vessels. 
England’s pal, Germany, sunk six more ships this blessed week-end, (U-boats get double time for Sunday work.) The peace-loving French and the war-hating Germans are pulling an Alphonse-Gaston on the Western-Eastern Front and the debate in Congress threatens their endurance. 

Magistrate Jeanette C. Brill lectures an alien who has been here 31 years and hasn’t citizenship papers. 
Jeanette takes things too seriously. Mebbe the poor man was waiting for election judges to learn simple addition and subtraction, as in the Jonah Goldstein district, for instance. 
Why, it’s getting so it isn’t safe to risk your ballot in the hands of those mathematicians. So why carry on? 

Phony democracy will not stand anywhere. 
“It is written, ‘Trust in Allah, but watch your camel.’” 
Notes on the Acadia 
“The stewards were too busy arguing the merits of CIO vs. AFL to reply.” 
“The trouble started in Cobh. Some of the crew stole a lifeboat and rowed ashore.” (Had there been fee cakes they would have pulled an Eliza, or perhaps a complete Uncle Tom’s Cabin—slaves are that way.) 
“Others refused permission to leave ship, went AWOL in a rowboat that came from the piers. (American ingenuity, hey? Aye, aye, sir.) 
“Several of the crew were arrested and tossed into jail at Cobh while refugee Americans were boarding ship.” 
And then the little 403-foot vessel ran into a storm and found herself short-handed—no consoling presence of caloused mariners to ease the pains of mal de mare. 
Shore leave would have prevented all that. 
If there is the slightest ripple right away it is a storm.