FLYING C.O.D.

Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 137, 6 December 1930, Page 25

FLYING C.O.D.

Harvard '31, New York to Boston, C. O. D..' .

It seems that, if one goes over to New York to see1 one's mother off&to Europe one is apt not to have much money left by the time the proceedin t , are over and it is time to get back to college, orchids costing what they do, and so on, says tho Boston "Christian Science Monitor." Qgderi White, Harvard '31, found that out after the Bremen sailed one Wednesday night. What to do? An 11 o'clock class Thursday morning. The aeroplane people showed a cool disinterest in cheques. But, it seems, one doesn't go to certain classes at Harvard for nothing. "Ah," inquired Mr. White smoothly, "but you take packages to Boston C. O. D., don't you?" "Yes, we do," the aeroplane people agreed. "Pine, I'll bo one of them." "But >■' "Now not a word of thanks for the advertising. My pleasure, I assure you." So Mr. White grinned comfortably and the aeroplane company's telegraph

key clicked a torrent of remarks to someone in Boston, ending up, "And one C. 0. D. package, alive."

Mr. White sent a telegram himself. It required one Williams, of Cambridge, to produce one' aeroplane fare, New York to Boston, at the airport at 10.45 and have a car there too for a sprint to Harvard "Yard. Williams, who has had experience for 25 years or so, being angel in various guises to Harvard youths, knew what to do, and followed tho customary "his not to question why" method. ■■ The 'plane came in. Mr. White stepped out. The fellow who takes the tickets said coldly, "Just a minute, sir." At that instant a great voice from a few feet away cried: "Where's my package? It's the live one." "Here I am," the package announced. "Here you are," Williams announced to tho aeroplane fellow, handing him the regular fare. "And here you are," said the aeroplane fellow and nodded a dismissal to Mr. White. And that, as one might say, if one says things as Amos 'n' Andy say them, "was sum'p'n."