Judge — December 15, 1923 — page 5: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

RED McCARTER TAKES A TIP FROM SANTA CLAUS «(CAanta Cravs, old Saint, hearken. S You're going to put one of the strangest little strangers in New York right square on his foots,” drawled the red-headed young man in the time- dishonored) garments, leaning confiden- tially across the chimney top. music of the bell in the hand of the istonished saint pro tem skipped several heats. His eye speculated toward the traffic officer on the corner. ‘Then the youth’s grit n. Santa Claus was d Moreov in lacks in this strange fellow’s make-up—such as shave, shine, tie, overcoat and gloves—touched a sympathetic chord. Similar toilet. was affected by Sant aus himself in private life. They two, he felt, were bond brothers: of the breadline. i a" re ye givin’ us, bor” he wheezed. +, but T:don't need the coin. 1 haven’ Doi’ know a soul in the bu I've got a job. hell ye are! “Not a ‘damn thi little flyspeck on the you're going to be the nifty little boos “Aw beat it!” growled the “Gee! That feller’s nice to gimme this set.” by Garret Smith now quite surfeited with — frivolity. But the jester’s interest had sh : Out of the throng of Christmas shoppers doling mere coins into the chimney, he reached a hand gloved : from it fluttered down hand’s owner was a man comfortably middle-aged, glowing with prosperit Through the crowd the red-head shuffled after him and a block down Broadway they ve abreast. “Pardon me, sir,” he opened. “You probably don’t remember me, but I've seen you before. Here’s my card. I lived at the Astor before the bottom dropped out of the bucket. [need advic “Richard McCarter.” man from the him. read the other ard handed Mc- iled calli “T don't remember you, \ I do for you > at last, but [ can’t the trip down town to it. Besides Ineed a da clean-up. T wanted to ask you kne body who would chance lending me a dollar for make-up) and transportation till to- morrow. The man grinned jovially. “Why, I guess I can ‘help you out. ‘Tough to be broke Christmas time! Glad gota job, though. Merry Christ- mas!” 1 fal Pil | A “Thank you very much, me your name money to-morr “J. K. Brewster, Ina s the giver’s name. ght he bills to the collecti them were as 1 Compton Buildi Iuded doorway MeCart the dollar in his wallet and noted down stance and liberality. J EXT MORNING cheap new tie. ‘Ten o'clock found him in the office of his first. catch announcement had come to return borrowed money and lender how much good it had done him won admission without delay. In the month of his daily assaults on New York office doors this was the first time he J. K. Brewster, chimney. The tell the fhat’s a good jump toward the red he commented as he returned to imney for a tip on another | d added eleven mo vin his wallet y names of men ‘of sub- MeCarter went forth » and shaven, z had taken years off his 1 rainbow of promise was his had seen the inside of one. Mr. Brewster,” De he yu see I’m lookin camp clothes to (Continued on page 32) Mi) | Mh 4) | Tf you'll give address Pll return the that he n enthusiastic- ittle less like Your dol- put spect dollar With Clean- at the comicbooks.com