Editor's note: We'd written off Inky Marsh months ago when he would not answer our urgent telegrams or return so much as a postcard. Frankly, we thought maybe he'd "bought the farm" (using his verbiage) on his latest globe-trotting trek. However, last Thursday, Melvin came storming in to OBNUG headquarters (the Dairy Queen on Glenwood) ranting about "huns" and dengue fever. He demanded another chance to write for OBNUG—and since he really just works for corned beef and shoe polish, we decided to allow it. We're honestly not sure where he's been this last year, but if I had to guess, based on the smell of exotic spices emanating from his fedora.
The triumphant return of Melvin Q. Marsh
