Torchy and Vee

THE QUICK SHUNT FOR PUFFY I must say I didn’t get much excited at first over this Marion Gray tragedy. You see, I’d just blown in from Cleveland, where I’d been shunted by the Ordnance Department to report on a new motor kitchen. And after spendin’ ten days soppin’ up information about a machine that was a cross between a road roller and an owl lunch wagon, and fillin’ my system with army stews cooked on the fly, I’m suddenly called off. Someone at Washington had discovered that this flying cook-stove thing was a problem for the Quartermaster’s Department, and wires me to drop it. So I was all for enjoyin’ a little fam’ly reunion, havin’ Vee tell me how she’s been gettin’ along, and what cute little tricks young Master Richard had developed while I’m gone. But right in the midst of our intimate little domestic sketch Vee has to break loose with this outside sigh stuff. “I can’t help thinking about poor Marion,” says she. “Eh?” says I, lookin’ up from the crib where young Snookums has just settled himself comfortable and decided to tear off a few more hours of slumber. “Which Marion