The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, June 01, 1942, Image 20

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FANTASTIC INDEED
ed thinking. It all seemed so un
real. Of course it ^11 might have
been a dream, l^ut still—well.
I’ll Just try it again in*the dayr
light. Since I had for abme time
wanted to get my sweetheart an
engagement ring, I wished for a
big diamond ring. Swtsji! Therfc
U was right on the desk on ^
little silk pillow—sparkling in ail
jts glory like sorfie living /thing.
Quickly I hid it in the dresser
drawer until a more opportune
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By this time I \jvas really con
vinced of my possession of this
miraculous wishing power; Just
what to wish for and how to
use this power puzzled me until
I 'recalled the words- sung to me
in my last : night’s encounter
with the heavens, j '“Peace!
Peace! You shall bring peace0’
I 17 wondered just how; J could
bring peace to the world. And
then the thought hit me. Why
not wish for President Roose
velt’s presence? He jcertainly
would know'just hbw my wish
ing power could help,’ bring
world peace.
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It would take too much time
for me to tell you about F D.'s
reaction when he i.suddenly
found himself in my room. Yes.
he was scared and bewildered
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But aftler much lengthy explana
tion h^ finally understood how
he got! into my room and why.
jp\. D R. and I spent at least
two hcurs making a list of all
the names including Hitler,
Gbebb^ls. Hirohito, Mussy, and
all othjr Japanese, German and
Italian officials and leaders.
Soon ak we finished the list and
were s ire that we had included
everyone, r read each of their
names out loud and wished that
they s lould suddehly cease liv
ing.
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I made the President promise
that h f never would tell anyone
what lappened that morning
He thinked me profusely and
told m ? that he would be at my
service as long as he lived. Get
ting or e last look at him, I wish
ed the President of the United
States back to the White House.
I heav?d a sigh of relief when
I realj sed that the purpose of
my po’ver had been fulfilled.
My morning’s work had made
me v ravishingly hungry, so I
wished for myself a big, thick,
juicy {steak. What happened?
Not a gloomin’ thing. My wishing
power f was gone. When I had
had iti I didn’t know what to do
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with it, and how when I wanted
it. it was goqe.
This all sounds like a Wild
dream and the only reason I’m
telling it is for the very simple
reason that no one is likely to
believe it anyway. My only veri
fications ’are the newspaper
headlines that you have all read;
; “ROOSEVELT , VANISHES
FROM OFFICE TWO HOURS
. . . Refuses to explain!’’
“NAZI, ITALIAN, AND NIP
PONESE GOVERNMENTS IN
TURMOIL . jj. All key war lead
ers of Axis nations suddenly die.
Armies lay down arms.
“STRONG UNITED NATIONS
UNDERCOVER FORCE BELIEV
ED RESPONSIBLE ... No def
inite proof of rumored poison
ings. Autopsy reveals nothing!”
And last but not least:
“PEACE REIGNS OVER THE
WORLD ROOSEVELT AND
CHURCHILL ARRANGING
TERMS OF PERMANENT
PEACE PACT!”
Oh, I forgot to tell you. My
girl and I used the ring last Sat
urday night. Wonderful world,
isn’t it? f
He: Do you neck?
She: That’s my business!
He: Oh. a professional.
I'm losing my punch, said the
flapper when she hurriedly left
the" cocktail party.
There was a thief in my room
last night and I thought it was
my husband.
Did he get anything^
Well, I didn’t miss anything.
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Gentlemen prefer blondes, but
I think the fact that blondes
know what gentlemen prefer has
a lot to do with it. j
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