Calling Miss Perkins
There was a call for ANGELA PERKINS of Glasgow, and it was all the way from America.
It was Butch, an American sea scout she’d met on a rigger. They were sailing down the west coast to Plymouth. Butch was so overcome by Angela’s charm that he fell overboard. Everyone wondered what happened to the poor guy.
He rang Angela to tell her he just kept on swimming and when he finally touched bottom it was at Baltimore.
“That’s wonderful,” said Angela, “and where are you now?”
“On the waterfront,” he said, “and I’m starting on my way back right this minute.”
Angela heard a splash. She put the phone down. She went shopping. She didn’t think he’d arrive too soon.