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Thing, whole no. 1, Spring 1946
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[stylized headings] MR. POBBLES and the JOVIAL JINN [with a rectangle preceding both J's] Line art drawing of money/clown? - - By Burton Crane - - WALKING DOWN ELM STREET with the package under his arm, Mr Pobbles told himself over and over that it wasn't really stealing, even though it might seem like it. Tomorrow he would bring five times that much metal for the scrap drive and then everybody would be better off, including Mr Pobbles,who would have the little lamp he had taken from the scrap pile in front of the County Court House. Yes, Mr. Pobbles assured himself, that was how it would be. Everybody would be better off. After a time his conscience stopped hurting,for Mr Pobbles' conscience was in excellent shape. On that particular day, the day when Mr Pobbles was walking homeward n Elm Street, arguing with himself, Mrs Pobbles had wanted to keep the case of whiskey. How did Mr Pobbles know, she asked, that Mr Galeano didn't sendhim the whiskey because he liked and admired him? Why did Mr Pobbles have to assume that the whiskey arrived only because Mr Galeano's tires were all worn out and because Mr Pobbles was on the ration board? Mr Pobbles had said that, sorry as it made him, he had to assume just that and that his conscience wouldn't let him keep the whiskey. And for that matter, continued Mrs Pobbles, really warming to her arugment, what good did it do them to have Mr Pobbles wasting hour after hour every day on the ration board when they still had an "A" card and their pre-war tires (which were a shame and a disgrace for a prominent citizen) and never got as much fuel oil as they needed? And if you wanted her opinion, Mr Pobbles was simply goofy to send back perfectly good Duke of Argyll sixteen-year-old Scotch when everybody knew that it was just about the rarest thing in the country today. Mr Pobbles didn't say anything to that. He even pretended he didn't see when Mrs Pobbles took out a handkerchief and started to make her nose red. Feeling very strong and very upright, he picked up the phone and called Thomasson's Express. "Hello, Gus" he said. "This is Mr Pobbles." "Hello, Mr Pobbles," said Gus. "Gus," said Mr Pobbles, "you remember that box you delivered here yesterday?" [stylized in block] 17
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[stylized headings] MR. POBBLES and the JOVIAL JINN [with a rectangle preceding both J's] Line art drawing of money/clown? - - By Burton Crane - - WALKING DOWN ELM STREET with the package under his arm, Mr Pobbles told himself over and over that it wasn't really stealing, even though it might seem like it. Tomorrow he would bring five times that much metal for the scrap drive and then everybody would be better off, including Mr Pobbles,who would have the little lamp he had taken from the scrap pile in front of the County Court House. Yes, Mr. Pobbles assured himself, that was how it would be. Everybody would be better off. After a time his conscience stopped hurting,for Mr Pobbles' conscience was in excellent shape. On that particular day, the day when Mr Pobbles was walking homeward n Elm Street, arguing with himself, Mrs Pobbles had wanted to keep the case of whiskey. How did Mr Pobbles know, she asked, that Mr Galeano didn't sendhim the whiskey because he liked and admired him? Why did Mr Pobbles have to assume that the whiskey arrived only because Mr Galeano's tires were all worn out and because Mr Pobbles was on the ration board? Mr Pobbles had said that, sorry as it made him, he had to assume just that and that his conscience wouldn't let him keep the whiskey. And for that matter, continued Mrs Pobbles, really warming to her arugment, what good did it do them to have Mr Pobbles wasting hour after hour every day on the ration board when they still had an "A" card and their pre-war tires (which were a shame and a disgrace for a prominent citizen) and never got as much fuel oil as they needed? And if you wanted her opinion, Mr Pobbles was simply goofy to send back perfectly good Duke of Argyll sixteen-year-old Scotch when everybody knew that it was just about the rarest thing in the country today. Mr Pobbles didn't say anything to that. He even pretended he didn't see when Mrs Pobbles took out a handkerchief and started to make her nose red. Feeling very strong and very upright, he picked up the phone and called Thomasson's Express. "Hello, Gus" he said. "This is Mr Pobbles." "Hello, Mr Pobbles," said Gus. "Gus," said Mr Pobbles, "you remember that box you delivered here yesterday?" [stylized in block] 17
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