when he come out into the street again, with the overshoes in a box under his arm, Walter Mitty began to wonder what the other thing was his wife had told him to get. She had told him, twice, before they set out from their house for Waterbury. In a way he hated these weekly trips to towna he was always getting something wrong. Kleenex, he thought, Squibb's, razor blades? No. Toothpaste toothbrush,bicarbonate, carborundum, initiative and referendum? He gave it up. But she would remember it. "where's the what 's-its-name?" she would ask. "Don't tell me you forgot the what's-its-name." A newsbody went by shouting someting about the Waterbury trial.