taking profits home and most stocks were marked down as a result of heavy selling. Sentiment however, was strong that this selling would be short lived. Many members wanting to avoid being caught napping or short lived, lurked throughout the afternoon to get a glimpse of Mr. George Smith who was briefly seen to leave Dynamo House, Owl Street, early this afternoon.
It is not definitely known what part, if any, Mr. Smith has played in the recent holocaust although it is thought by some members that Mr. Smith might give an inkling of the future and they have been closely watching the situation.
Mr. Smith's return to Dynamo House was witnessed by a large crowd, who had gathered on the pavements from early afternoon. He was seen to enter the building wearing a red carnation followed by his secretary and he hastily attempted the steps to avoid photographers. Reporters putting questions to Mr. Smith were greeted by a rude noise, and an airy quip by Mr. Smith "Report that to the sanitation department."
Mr. Smith, a military strategist in the last conflict, has consistently refused to give interviews, however, it is known that he occupies two back rooms at Dynamo House having recently removed from an office midtown, but the true nature of his business remains unknown. It had been previously said in some quarters that Mr. Smith was of no fixed address. It is now established he keeps an apartment in Merry Mansions where many of the city's celebrities reside. It is further rumoured that Mr. Smith has been long engaged in the construction of a tomb to house his remains, reputed to be one of the most elaborate ever erected, entirely air conditioned with special foundations to protect the structure from floods and earthquake. The Renown Cemetery authorities refuse to comment on this, said to be the most costly construction to date in the Cemetery and which till now had been associated with the name of a Doctor Fear.
Smith emerging from the back room. Level lipped and grim. Phone ringing. Rapping on the door. All at once. Everything.
"I'll get the door, Miss Martin. You get the phone."
Smith opening the door. A little boy in uniform. A letter.
"Special messenger delivery."
"Thank you."
Smith slowly closing the door in which it seemed a small foot was put.
"I beg your pardon, little boy. Your foot's in the door."
"Yeah."
"Won't you take it out."
"Hey some people, I guess you don't get any appreciation."
"What are you talking about sonny."
"A tip."
"What do you mean a tip."
"Ain't you this guy with his picture in the paper this morning. Well you should give me a tip for bringing a message."
"Just hold it sonny, I'll read it."
i Electricity Street
604 Dynamo
Owl Street
Dear Sir,
How dare you attempt to mail me such a thing. Do not refer to me as Junior.
jjj.
P.S. You will hoot before long.
"Now sonny, if I ever see your face again, I'll put it through the floor. Bye bye."
One finds that the pressures in the world build up and that one unfriendly act begets another. Zoom. Suddenly all dignity is gone. People go in using blows with the shod foot. On the prone figure. Sometimes, even when interpreted as weakness, it's as well to try a certain amount of easy latitude which can lend a bit of nervous laughter to a situation. Therefore I will scribble one last response showing a vestige of faith in his sense of humour.
Dynamo House
Owl Street
Dear Fellow and Junior,
I thought the incredibility of mailing you an unsolicited piece of ass might amuse you. Toodle oo.
George Smith
P.S. I see well in the dark.
"Miss Martin just send off this last letter before packing up."
"Mr. Smith, it's the News Of The Truth asking for comments, what shall I say, about an air conditioned grave."
"Say they've got the wrong number."
"You've got the wrong number, sorry. No. Yes. Mr. Smith. Yes. Mr. Smith, they say they know it's not the wrong number."
"Tell them it will be soon."
"Mr. Smith says it will be soon."
"Now hang up, Miss Martin. Let's get cracking. Find out when passengers debark from the S.S. Gnatit. Check on the car, see it's on the way. Pack up my papers, the green files marked go and lock up the yellow files marked caution and the red marked stop. Don't forget the eraser."
"Please Mr. Smith. I'm already up to my teeth."
"What's that."
"I'm trying to do everything."
"Miss Martin we've got to scram."
"Give me a chance. One thing at a time. Mr. Smith."
"Don't be disloyal at a time like this Miss Martin."