Bellboy—“Good mawnin’ Rastus. I’se done lost me job at the Langren Hotel
and I can’t understan’ how come.”
Rastus—“What’s you don, niggah, stole sumpin’?”
Bellboy—“All I done was to go in the main dinin’ room and page a girl
named Carrie Age.”
_Cherubim of Hell_
_Reverend Morrill, the Whiz Bang’s fire-eating gospelite
writer, is now touring the West Indies for this magazine.
Remember the Martinique articles written after his recent tour
to that sinful island for the Whiz Bang? His present trip
presages some more hot sermons. In the April issue, Reverend
Morrill’s story of Parisian life, “Midnight Madness,” will
appear in the Whiz Bang. Later, during the summer months, he
will deliver to our readers a carload of dynamite. Watch for
his explosion!_