The EYE of WILBUR MOOK
by H. B. HICKEY
"Wilbur!" his mother called. "Better get up or you'll be late for work!"
Slowly but surely Wilbur Mook came out of his beautiful dream. And whata dream it was! He had Peter Bellows down and was busily punching hishead. What a dream!
Then his mother's voice pulled him away from Pete Bellows and draggedhim back to reality. Wilbur opened one eye and looked at the clock onhis bedside table. Its hand said eight o'clock.
Wilbur flung off the covers and slid his bare feet into lamb's woolbedroom slippers. If he didn't hurry, Wilbur thought, he'd be late towork. At the thought of facing Pete Bellows' angry stare Wilburshuddered. It was all right to dream, but real life was quite anotherthing.
Quickly, he ran water into the washbowl and washed his hands and face.No time to shower or shave. Running his hand over his chin Wilbur foundhe didn't need a shave anyway. By skipping that operation he could getto the office early.

He took a moment to survey himself in the lon