Judge — January 13, 1923 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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AM I RIGHT.OR AMN’T I? HAVE a message BY BENNY FISCHEL want to submi I for, or, rather, I American people a question to, the I tried to get the Dempse A large audience. -Carpentier arena, but found it held only 91,000. Dempsey- Carpentier B 4 o 8 Then I tried other large amphitheaters and so-called “bowls.” I have even been in correspondence with the Governor of Texas, a large, bright yellow State in the lower left-hand corner of the map, with a seating capacity, they tell me, of 289,- View of Texas 000,000 people. I was just about closing the deal for this space when a man who once sang there told me the acoustics were not of the best. I hated to turn the Governor down but I had to do it, for if one can’t get one’s stuff over where does it get or Oo) y I approached the editor of » is placing this spac ’ He tells me his. out and out a homes in this broad land—thousands, hundreds of thousands of people read it every week—millions perhaps it was he said. But I want to talk to all those auto owners who have missed items from their tool kits when the car got home from sojourn at the garage repairshop. No, no, don’t holler! Merely, those who answer this description ple stand up. Ah! I thought so! Now, ev one sit down again, ECENTLY I had to take the old bus down to a trimmer and auto- topper to have the celluloid windows in the back renewed. I couldn’t get there of his, who took mine! And then I thought of all the tools the garage men have cleaned me out of, pliers and files and etly good jack (putting in my box one, as I discovered 250 miles ve caps, tire rim nuts, wrenches, bos Jay he said it would be ready, but . It wasn’t’ quite Presently I paid later I went. I'd gone only about a block when I heard a metallic rattle on the pavement and stopped, as I thought I'd lost a or the engine had dropped out, thing. Walking back, I picked » awl and the handsomest pair lors’ shears—you know the kind, sort of drop frame effect. I decided to vl- clock ant! was about to turn around, but the street, Id myself, was pretty narrow right there. Later I had to confess it wasn’t. But I was pressed for time. Then the cowl clock proved to be fast. I had plenty. go back at once, Oh, well! He'd probably Of course, they weren't mine. i ant’s fault. He deserved to lose them for employing such stupid help. Hadn’t my own shears disappeared mysteriously two months ago? _ If people pinched my stuff why shouldn’t—why, it might even have been he, or a relative AS 1 went over the list it seemed to me an engine tire pump was the only thing they’d never done me out of, and that was a thing I'd never owned. And I decided the world owed me that awl and those shears. I'd got nearly home when I—I thought of my boy. After all his mother and I had told him what would he think of his father if he knew him to be holding fast to property which wasn’t his, when he knew the owner? He's all over the and our garage all the time; how could I account for these essions? I couldn’t claim I'd bought. ’em. weren't new. One dislikes lying. Tools are so expensive nowadays, I refleeted— if that chap had to get new ones it would set him back $7 at leas’ I turned around and went back with - But just before I got to the op I’m glad to say my manhood reasserted itself and I drove by at twenty- 29miles = 1 hr. miles an hour. I’ve got those shears and that awl y nd I to hold tight to them until some garage mechanic pinches them. Summing up That, my brothers, is the question T submit to you. Aren't those things mine? If I’m right I want to know it, and if I’m not I don’t. Woodcuts by Crombie Lumber G.