Mr. Platinumcradle: Do you mean, Miss Jingletree, that you cannot answer that question because it might tend to incriminate you?

Miss Jingletree: Oh no, your reverence, I just wasn't sure I understood what he meant by it.

Mr. Platinumcradle: The distinguished and beloved senator asked you how you left the Armed Forces.

Miss Jingle: Oh. By a back door in a big, closed car sometime after midnight. Escorted by two secret service men. They took me to The Little Red Monkey where I am at present employed.

(Again the same unfortunate disturbance. Examining technicians now believe

the apparatus may have had a set of faulty batteries.)

(Whereupon at 10:44 a.m. Mr. Platinumcradle asked for a recess for the Committee. Before it was granted, however, Miss Jingletree made one significant statement.)

Miss Jingletree: It seems to me that the rumors are true.

please?

Senator MacSchmeedee: And what rumors would you be referring to, if you

Miss Jingletree: That you head is as full of butterfat as the state you represent, your honor.

It was at this time that beloved old Moe MacSchmeede was taken to Government Hospital, just outside Washington, D.C., for psychiatric examination and subsequent treatment. We express the hope of everyone that Senator MacSchmeedee, The Voters' Friend to All, will return soon to head once again, the N.S.I.C.P.Q.H., his rightful place in our society.

James Barr

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