Nowhere
Theve is one place where everything goes just right. It isn’t on any map but the name of it is “Nowhere.” It’s the place you get arguing with a traffic cop. Heavy traffic helps you get there fast. You can usually get a lift if you're going their in particular. The wrong road will land you a thousand miles from there. Often you get all dressed up and it’s the only place you have to go. A garage there, has your car finished when promised. It’s where you've been going since the baby came. It’s what you get most on the telephone. It looks like the next payment was coming from there. Two bucks, on leave to Paris, were improving the fleeting hour by a museum tour. In one of the Egyptian rooms they stood in awe before a mummy over which hung a card inscribed “8.C., 1006.” *• Wo teller s’pose that means. Bill. asked one, mystified. The other was reluctant to confess ignorance. . •*Oh, that,” lie replied, airily*. That s the number of the auto that killed him.”
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 208, 22 November 1927, Page 7
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180Nowhere Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 208, 22 November 1927, Page 7
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