A Lucky Man

It’s rare these pressurized days to find a person who has achieved serenity and sees only the best in everything and everyone.  Lee has made it.

What of the future?  Lee said yesterday he plans to start another book on his 77th birthday next February.

A LADY NAMED Hilda was digging up dahlia bulbs in her front yard yesterday morning when the Japanese gardener across the street, with whom she exchanges greetings almost daily, called out enthusiastically, “Too much samba!  Too much samba!”  She was sure he didn’t mean the dance and tried to interpret but drew a blank and said, “What?”

“Too much samba!” he repeated “too hot, like samba — need rain!”

    TODAY IN HISTORY
Ups a daisy, down a well,
I’m the victim of a great
big sell.
Bigger, larger, and clever
too,
They took my cow and left
the moo.
BEN BRODY

A WOMAN, a newcomer in the neighborhood, came to a home in West L.A. and asked, “By any chance did you see a parakeet around here?  Mine got away.”  The answer was no.  Just then the household’s black poodle, violently wagging its tail, came over to her.  Her eyes fastened on it and she asked, “Your dog looks so happy, are you sure my parakeet wasn’t here?”  She was assured it was just a friendly dog.

    GRANTED, some rock and roll pieces are more repetitious, more offensive than others.  Now there’s one awful one — but let Ted Johnson of Costa Mesa tell it:

Two lifelong friends, maddened by a certain hit tune, withdrew from civilization and took jobs as shepherds on adjoining ranches.  Everything was fine until a big storm caused the two flocks to become mixed.  One shepherd said all the female sheep belonged to him.  “Oh no they don’t,” the other retorted, “ewes were mine, ewes were mine, ewes were really, really mine.”  End of lifelong friendship.

    AT RANDOM — Lady named Lucy asks a kind word for the policeman named Ralph who smiles the traffic through Broadway and Temple — even on blue Monday mornings. . . Paid up charge customers are receiving billing statements from Desmond’s but cool off quickly when they read the imprint, “You don’t owe us a cent — we wish you did.”  Very nice reminder advertising . . . Gal named Vivian says, “When I see some of these girls coming out of beauty parlors I sometimes wonder why they went in.”