Tulagi’S Sense Of

Humour

THERE does not seem to be much connection between Tulagi and Fleishman’s Yeast.

All the world has heard of the Yeast. Fleishman, of Cincinnati, U S.A., has spent millions of dollars in telling the world about it.

Only a small section of the world has heard about Tulagi administrative centre of the Solomon Islands. But Tulagi has a sense of humour.

The advertisements say that the Yeast will cure many of mankind’s ills, and particularly indigestion. Mil lions of people have introduced it hopefully to their alimentary canals.

Each purchase represented a profit.

Fleishman became very rich —so rich that, like other Americans similarly afflicted, he bought a palatial yacht, and cruised in the Pacific, seeking pir ates and Polynesian romance, and peace.

The yacht, just before Christmas, reached Tulagi. The depressed copra growers of those parts leaned envi ously over their verandahs, and drip ped, and wished that they had discov ered an indigestion cure. The Ameri can tourists tripped daintily ashore . . .

The First Assistant Salesman of the Burns, Philp store came forward to serve a member of the yacht’s crew.

“Gee, buddy,” said the Uncle Sam uelite. “I sure hope you can dope out something to help my little old insides.

I’m awful sick.”

“What’s wrong?” asked the B.P. man.

“They ain’t got nothin’ aboard that hooker that’ll fix my trouble,” said the American. He insisted that he had suffered torture for many days.

“But what is your disease?” said the B.P. man again.

“Disease—hell!” shouted Mr. Fleish man’s bodyguard. “I got no disease— I got indigestion!”

Whereupon Tulagi, having a sense of humour, spent a merry Christmas.