Into one of the vitamin-mongering sanitary lunchrooms which steward the middle classes of Kansas City, reeled last week a strapping street sheik with Gershwin tintinnabulations at his fingertips. "Want coffee!" he pleaded. "Want coffee for a buggy ride! Thanks for the coffee! 'Thanks for the buggy ride'! Gimme a vitamin now, dearie. Need all the vitamins you got. Need a vitamin to take on a buggy ride. 'Thanks for the buggy ride.' THANKS for the buggy vitamins! Oh, Oh, OH! 'I had a wonderful time! Wonderful treat!...
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