found it hard to believe that, out of all the
people in the valley, none of them needed love advice and the proper
type of fishing fly to illustrate it. He had the sign made and put
in the yard, and he'd obviously had great results with the Jones kid
and good ol' Dewey. Since Marvin's advice to Dewey to shower before
asking a girl for a date, Dewey Decker, the Fertilizer King, had had
several dates with nice young women.
Now the fishing-fly earrings
part of the business was going great. Women all over town were
wearing dingle-dangle earrings with Marvin's point-clipped fishing
flies hanging therefrom. He learned that short ladies tended to go
for the smaller dries, like Griffith's Gnats and Royal Coachmen, and
the taller ladies leaned toward salmon streamers. Some of the ladies
slipped Marvin's wife, Marjorie, a couple of bucks to help buy more
feathers and hooks.
But on the love advice front, there was a dearth of heartbroken
"What would you think," Marvin said, "if I ran an ad in the
Valley Weekly Miracle?"
"For what?" Marjorie said at breakfast.
"You know ... love advice."
"Well, you have the sign out front. I think everyone in the
valley already knows about it."
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"But they're not coming in."
Marjorie smiled. "Honey, some people find it hard to talk to
others about their personal problems. That's probably it."
Marvin got a piece of paper and began writing. Then he'd scratch
it out and start again. This went on through both bacon and toast.
"How's it coming, Honey?"
"About got it right, I think, Marge."
"May I see it?"
He handed it to her.
The best love
advice in the valley, tied up with the appropriate fishing fly. Call
the Fly Tying Love Center for an appointment. Results guaranteed.
"What do you think?"
Marjorie just smiled and nodded her head. What she thought,
however, was that retirement isn't for sissies.
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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