JOHNNY MAKES UP HIS MIND "No political prejudices--hunh!" Johnny was filling the gas tank, and while he did it he was doing a great deal of thinking which he was not paid to do.

"This newspaper business--say, she's one great business, all right.

It's nice to have a boss that jumps your wages up a couple of hundred at a lick, and tells you you needn't think, and you mustn't have any political prejudices.

Fine job, all right.

Will I fly by moon-light?
Will I?
And them government planes riding on my tail like they've been doing the last two trips?
Hunh!" Cliff came then with a bundle under his arm.