Judge — November 10, 1923 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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to the back of me I would track down the flying ash can and to the front of — or die in the endeavor. me I looked. I “Here, here,” shouted the official covered every spot “cut that running out, or somebody will of the station, but lock you up for a nut!” found no ash cans. Somewhat abashed, I slowed down. When I had Yet was I convinced of the presence of a -finished my first. waste receptacle. I persisted) in) my search, this was my pursuit at a less noticeable dog-trot. . . . line of reasoning: All that morning I persisted... . There are y All that afternoon T persisted... . banana i All that night [ persisted... . this railwe ion. And in the end, perseverance paid. Evidently people For with buy bananas and eat the dawn of them in this railway the follow- station. ing morning, But if people buy like a burst bananas in this rail. of sudden way station, where Sunlight, do they put the came the ne solution of There must. be theproblem: some ash cans! Why not There can he no cheek the Missus (to cook)—Eliza! At last I've caught you — doubt—was my line peels? taking our provisions home with you! “Well—yessum—you all-time tellin’ me to be economical!” of reasoning at the Which end of the second after eating tour—that there iy the banana an ash can in this —Idid, The Quest of the Rainbow place. Somebody, however, is probably | “Sir,” said . : moving the thing about, and [ hav “tothe clerk by Cyril B. Egan been unable to catch up to it. °S at thech Ts. in a way, is a very tragic story. said, addressing a gaudy railroad official, ing booth,as This time a week ago, ez rly in the “I have a problem on my hands, which IT handed morning as I was strolling through a rail. Iam trusting your judgment to solve: him the wav terminal, I was assailed by sudden [am desirous of eating a banana. Could peels, neatly pangs of hunger. My stomach was abso- Yeu inform me of the whereabouts of the Wrapped i lutely empty. What should I buy, said Proper receptacle for the tropical débris, “a piece of T to myself, to appease my ravenous tum? 6 has this terminal devised some invisible | brown paper : ‘Ali'ves—e hanana! incinerator that reduces said débris to and tied He—Close, isn’t it? 1 went up toa | . impalpable molecules of dust?” around with She—You' call this “Sir.” [said to the clerk,“have yi But the gaudy road official gave & pretty clo — er, that is, it’s me naught but a fishily suspicious stare. pink string stifling. beamed,“we And yet was T undaunted. —T like a ; have!” “Sir,” L eri “your silence does not YOU. You havea kind face. If Ido not Iputdown discourage me : inspires in me the call for this package within thirty days, paar : : c nay keep the contents for yourself!” three cents. more determination to find this receptacle Y"% M@Y eer fhe Daler you I pulled a by my own unaided efforts!” When the bride enters the kitchen love yellow boy "And I broke into a run—bound that often takes a vacation. off the tree. I was going to eat it then | and there, when a ter- riblethought came to me: Where The man who fired the shall I put last shot of the war five the pecls? years ago. T looked in the imme- diate vicinity. There were no wastepaper baskets, there were no ash cans. T attracted the banana man’s attention: “Sir,” I said, “if I eat this banana will you take back the peels?” The banana man withered me with an angry eye: “What do you think this place is, Barren Island?” hh Disconsolately I. shuffled away, and er ers ee Aa Mae: started to explore the great railway terminal for ash cans. I looked to the “Hurry up, Si! Ye're — braggin’ about how they put these cars right of me, I looked to the left of me; together in six minutes!” comicbooks.com