Ham on Wry

FROM D. B. OF MARION, IOWA COMES THE TALE of a lonely woman alcoholic, whose greatest source of pleasure, besides the bottle, was listening in on the sixteen-person party line in her small midwestern town. She did it so often that eventually the town operator caught on, and one day, in the middle of a particularly interesting gossip session, he broke in and said, "Mrs.A----, please get off the line,