Sorry, No Fire; But the Poon Does Have Nice Dutch Tiles

Lazily rocking on his back porch Saturday noon, the star boarder of the Poon thought he smelt a seersucker burning. After a quick huddle and a fruitless search for their insurance policy, the amateur fire-sniffers voted 23 to 2 to let the place burn down. Someone, however, had already asked the local hose-and-axemen to "send a man over." He came, but he brought his friends: three engine companies, two hook-and-ladder trucks and one rescue squad. No smoke, no fire, obviously a false alarm. Whether or not the whole thing was a stunt to increase sales of the new Spring issue, which for the first time in years showed, signs of passing the figures of "The Embalmers Journal," Poon officials declined to state.