first
delivered four thousand Montgomery Wards.
The second brought four thousand Sears,
Roebucks. I don't know what this one has, but
I'm sure it will be four thousand of something.
Since you are responsible, I thought you might
like to know what's happening.
What I was being blamed for, it turned out,
was a newspaper strike which made it necessary
to hand-deliver the advertising inserts that
normally are included with the Sunday paper.
The company had promised our boys $600 for delivering these inserts to 4,000 houses by
Sunday morning.
Piece of cake! our older college son had
shouted.
Six hundred bucks! His brother had
echoed, And we can do the job in two hours! Both the Sears and Ward ads are four
newspaper-size pages, my wife informed me.
There are thirty-two thousand pages of
advertising on our porch. Even as we speak, two
big guys are carrying armloads of paper up the walk. What do we do about all this? Just tell the boys to get busy, I instructed.
They're college men. They'll do what they have to do.
At noon the following day I
returned to the
hotel and found an urgent message to telephone my wife. Her voice was unnaturally high and quavering. There had been several more
truckloads of ad inserts. They're for
department stores, dime stores, drugstores, grocery stores, auto stores and so on. Some are
whole magazine sections. We have hundreds of
thousands, maybe millions, of pages of advertising here! They are
crammed
wall-to-wall all through the house in stacks
taller than your oldest son. There's only enough
room for people to walk in, take one each of the
eleven inserts, roll them together, slip a rubber