"My wife just brought me two big beef sandwitches. A friend of mine who works in a restaurant gave them to my wife.
"The only thing I can think of now is to sell my life story back to Memphis Ward, Hollywood, for 25 bucks. It would be a payment on another taxi anyway.
"Groucho Marx mentioned me in a Saturday Evening Post story last May without my permission. He did not mention my name but talked about a taxi driver on his show that crossed the San Francisco Bay without his taxi.
"That's when I had my small amphibious Jeep as a cab.
"Groucho still doesn't answer my letters to tell me why he doesn't show the other show of his I was on on television.
"Paul, I challenge Groucho Marx to fight me at Hollywood Legion Stadium, and that is no joke!"
--Parkey Sharkey, Palo Alto Hotel, Palo Alto
Now, Parkey, that's irrational. you know that Groucho can't make your weight.