I. Chancing it
II. Pulling A sleuth stunt
III. When Ira showed some pep
IV. Torchy bugs the system
V. Breezing by with Peggy
VI. Gloom shunting for the boss
VII. Torchy in on the Draw
VIII. Gladys in A double bill
IX. Late returns on popover
X. Merry dodges A dead heat
XI. The Passing by of Bunny
XII. The glad hail for Torchy
XIII. Aunty flags A rosy one
XIV. Cutting in on the bliss
XV. Being SICCED on Percey
XVI. How whity gunked the plot
XVII. Torchy gets A through wire
“Well, if I ever! Look where your shoulders come!” . . . . . . . . . Frontispiece
“By gorry!” Explodes Ira as he gets his first glimpse
SISTER HAS LANDED A SMACK ON HIS JAW
Believe me, it was some artistic makeup!
“Ah, flutter by, idle one!” Says I
Then my arm must have slipped—and
clinch wa’n’t disturbed
We was right in the midst
of practisin’ the sidewise
when who should show up but the happy bridegroom!
We was right in the midst Of the scrimmage when in walks Vee
ON WITH TORCHY
CHANGING IT FOR VEE
Say, what’s next to knowin’ when you’re well off? Why, thinkin’ you are.
Which is a little nugget of wisdom I panned out durin’ a chat I had not long ago with Mr. Quinn, that I used to work under when I was on the door of the Sunday sheet, three or four years back.
“Hail, Torchy!” says he, as we meets accidental on Broadway. “Still carrying the burning bush under your hat, aren’t you?”
I grins good-natured at his old josh, just as I used to about twice a week regular, and admits that I am.
“You wa’n’t lookin’ for me to fade to an ash blond, was you?” says I.
“Ah!” says he. “I see the brilliance is not all on the outside. Well, what use are you putting it to? Who are you with now?”
“Same concern,” says I. “Corrugated Trust.”
“As First, or Second Vice President?” says he, cockin’ his head on one side humorous.