TURN OUT! 1920

At last Terry has consented to recognize our mental superiority without unnecessary trials and has promised to forget all cuts for the day. We don't know where we're going--but what's the odds? We wouldn't get there if we had a pocket map. Just send your cup and tuck away some of the Right Stuff for future use. Then stand by.

THE TIME--8.30.

THE PLACE--Widener's steps.

THE PASSWORD--"Edwards for President."

THE COUNTERSIGN -- "Down With Pussyfoot."