Mr. Conklin's Car Pool

One teacher is a devoted to her profession as our myth brook, who teaches Anglican Madison High. Any problem of our school system is of concern to her. So when she heard recently that there was a shortage of 76,000 teachers in the country's schools, she gave the problem quite a lot of thought.

I certainly did. But no matter how I tried, I couldn't figure out how to make the shortage 76,000 than one. Lately it seemed more and more difficult to make ends meet. Luckily, my landlady doesn't usually press me for what I owe on my room and board.

And when she does bring it up, she always manages to invent a new way of asking me for it. Take last Wednesday morning at breakfast, for instance, when she tried another new approach. Connie, you've hardly eaten a thing.

How about another egg beer? There are only 89 cents a dozen. I'm in a marzipan. Let's do my denter town. No thanks, Mr. Davis. You are the one about the little bridge. Twenty-five cents a mole.

And his brother, six to eight cents a pound. No thanks. I'm staring at any else you want here. Well, yes, I'd like some water, thirty cents a tango. Honestly, Mrs. Davis, if you want the money, I owe you, I owe you there's no reason to hint around like that. I'm certainly no child.

Just come right out and say it. I want the money you owe me. This new grandma. This is David. I hate to put you off like this. But if you could be patient a little while longer, I'll pay most of what I owe you.