Maisies Lovelorn Advice Column

And all here is Anne's father and as Maisie. Yep, I'm Maisie, like the fella said, Maisie was there. No, I'm not related to the revere that rode the Boston on a horse. But with the kind of hard work I've been doing all my life, I'm probably related to the horse.

Last week my agent finally called me up for a job out of town. Well, as far as I'm concerned, he'd been a voice to the club. I was supposed to read the incident of Waldo, the mind reader.

But as soon as I got out here and Waldo looked me over, it wasn't hard to read what was on his mind. Well, I didn't realize being stranded in this here town, which is so small, random, I must have put it on the map when McNally wasn't looking.

And I had to get a job, so I just gave a pep talk to my feet and headed for the office of the local newspaper. Tonight's fight between killer Flanagan and Spike McCluskey, which the Chronicle is sponsoring for the milk fun benefit Is a complete seller Local charities have ignored our demands the underprivileged babies in this town need attention

But if you don't mind chum this underprivileged baby can use a hunk of attention Children in our town need to have milk and we have to put our shoulders to the wheel You ain't going to get much milk that way.

You ain't going to get much milk it. Now look what you made me do miss. Okay, so I owe you a sheet of paper. Oh, forget it. What can I do? Now Harry Chum, I'll just wait to your eyes, move back into your head.