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civic affairs for a bit, and go on to a most natural act in this city of many young chaps and charming young girls which was slowly working up all through this history, as Mayor Gadsby had occasion to find out, sitting comfortably on his porch on a hot, sultry August night. Amidst blossoming shrubs, a dim form slowly trod up his winding pathway. It was a young man, plainly trying to act calmly, but couldn’t. It was Frank Morgan, our radio broadcasting “boss”, you know, who, for many a month, had shown what a romantic public calls “a crush” for Gadsby’s young Nancy.

So a jolly call of:—“What’s on your mind, boy?” rang out, as Frank sank into a hammock, wiping his brow of what I actually know was not natural humidity from an August night! Now Gadsby, who was, as I said, a gay Lothario in his own youth, saw right off what was coming, and sat back, waiting. Finally, finishing a bad attack of coughing, (though Frank hadn’t any cold!), that young man said:—

“I,—that is, Nancy and I,—or, I will say that I want to,—that is,—I think Nancy and I [ 89 ]