From the September 18, 1937, issue

WITHOUT BENEFIT OF INSECTS

Drowsy Sunday afternoon. The hammock under the apple tree looks inviting. May be something worth reading in this magazine . . . Let’s see . . . Something here about bugs . . . mm . . .

You have half decided to take a little snooze instead of going on reading, when your ankle begins to itch: some adventurous mosquito has decided not to wait until dusk.