I PEN THESE LINES TO MINNY HANFF,
For whom I've searched from Maine to Banff.
But all my letters have miscarried.
Perhaps, Miss Hanff, you've since been married.
If from the Dumps you'd rescue him,
Please drop a line to Sunny Jim.
Sandwiched between other appeals to missing persons, the above jingle appeared one Sunday last month in the "agony columns" of Manhattan newspapers. Seasoned readers recalled Sunny Jim. He was the jolly old fellow with the brimless plug hat. the erect queue of white hair, the towering collar, red jacket and yellow waistcoat who advertised...