Wages and Ages

From out of the
desert, where the lizards and the chuckwalla roam, comes a discouraging
word from my sagebrush podner, Harry Oliver.

The serenity
which Harry enjoys at his adobe fort at Thousand Palms; where he
publishes his quarterly Desert Rat Scrapbook, has been disturbed by the
revenuers.

Harry, 71, has been notified by government men that he must either give up his pension or stop earning money.

The
Scrap Book isn’t the problem, as it operates at a loss, or did until he
recently raised the rate. The rub is that Harry has been paid $11.50
each for some yarns he spun for a Riverside paper. He must give the
$11.50 to the government or lose his pension.

ONCE HE IS 72, he was told, he can keep the money he earns. So far, he has not devised a means of speeding his birthday.

Harry
was asked by L. Burr Belden of the San Bernardino Sun why he didn’t
just quit. He replied he was having too much fun. "I’m told I’m in my
second childhood," Harry said, "but I’m having a lot more fun than in
my first one."

His advice: "Matt, don’t get old — the pension isn’t worth it."

OVER COFFEE
in a Sunset Blvd. joint, two writers who haven’t been doing very well
lately were discussing a third, an acknowledged scoundrel, whose new
play had just received rave reviews in the trade papers, insuring its
success.

One questioned the reliability of fate, which perpetuates such injustices.

The other nodded sadly and said: "Yeah, it COULD have happened to the nice guy."

NONCONFORMIST
He’s a guy who thinks for himself,
The rugged he-man type;
From early morn ’til late at night
He smokes a pungent pipe.
— G. L. ERTZ

A
Manhattan Beach lady who is prematurely gray occasionally tints her
hair. She discovered her supply was gone and phoned a store for more.

When
she was connected with the dye department she said she couldn’t
remember her color and asked the girl to read the list. The girl read,
"Jet black, golden brown, Old Glory red." She paused, then added, "Oh,
and we also have Old Glory blue."

In the nick of time the caller
realized the girl was naming clothes dye colors, not hair tints, and
she remains fascinated at the possibility that she might have wound up
with Old Glory blue hair.

AN ACTOR recently was found guilty of drunk driving and fined $263. Now someone asks, "How do they arrive at that ridiculous figure?"

Well,
it’s like this. The fine was $250 and under state law the suckers must
also pay for driver education on this scale: $1 for fines up to $20, $2
for fines up to $50, $5 for fines up to $100, etc.

Next time try the taxi cab.

THERE’S
something awesome about a man who is both dedicated and muscular. This
was proved again at a high school where things are being rearranged to
make more space.

A crew appeared and prepared to haul away the
music department’s grand piano. The music teacher protested and the
head mover produced a paper and announced ruthlessly, "It says here
we’re to move this piano at 3 p.m. and what it says to do we do."

So the piano now remains unused in an inaccessible place — no one knows why.

MISCELLANY — A
Huntington Park couple submitted first and second choice names to the
American Kennel Club for registration for their poodle but were
notified both were rejected because of prior usage. They pondered
others but suddenly an obvious one occurred to them — Mademoiselle
Martini. After all, they live on Olive Street . . . The typo which
probably plagues printers more than any other occurred again in a San
Fernando Valley paper. A For Sale ad for a boat listed as accessories
"life jackets, anchor and wench, just refinished completely."