Judge — February 9, 1924 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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PUNG! (Mah Jongg has even reached Utah). BEDTIME STORIES FOR GROWN-UPS The Storey of the Writer Who Rose IME was when Wally used to hot- foot for a metropolitan newspaper and earn therby sufficient to keep him within hailing distance of the land- y’s demands and to get himself three, But there wasn’t much left over for rapturious more or less, square meals a day. raiment and he could always enter a tea- room without causeing a riot. It was then his want to foregather with a crowd of lesser literarey lights and suc- cessful write He was not unwanted, either. They thought him quite a bit alright in his way—not heavey but easily ated a good egg. It so happened that Wally yearned and strove for the higher—payed—forms of authorship; but, for the most part, with indifferent success. And cherrful about his failures that his friends he was so felt no hesitancy in kidding him about them. Not unkind about it, were they though; with the exception of Bettey, a -souled female of sharp tongue and sharper visage who took a savage delight in ragging him. He took it all in good part, however, and was no wise cast down by there twit- ting. He even laughed at Bettey’s caus- tie sarcasm and opined optomistically, “Wait and see, you folkes: I'll get there yet. T'il rise higher than any of you!” Came then, the interlude of the late and well-known As Wally had to college and belonged to a vi fraternity, he went into the air s did his bit for Texas sand flees. war. been exclusive rvice and Np 17 came to pass that the old gang suffered the usual replacements: some went the way of all freash upstarts; some moved into the movies; and others made other disape A few of them re- mained, however, and it was at times. their custum to recall the likeable Wally and what had befallen him. rong them, would usually make -natured observation: supposing wonder him come to an inglorious end or sunk in some altogether ignoble pursuit. Great was the when Wally himself appeared in per- stonishment then, one son, Ver, much in person—a resplendent person, fairly exhudeing success. ‘They could see his modest little $10,000 outside. ar They all gathered round, greet- ing him with glad acclaim and eagerly pressing him for news of himself. Bettey alone tryed to appear unim- pressed, “Boot-l Vally dear? You her prospe answered Wally. “W “Don't tell me your selling it “Pil say Lar This was sing.” "Thousand fish a word.” rected with general disbelief Bettey, especially. “My That's a bit thick, you know. We haven't seen your name on and derision. dear boy! Really! anythi “Ty's unsigned stuff,” was Wally’s un- abashed response: n years.” “That's too much! Don't expect us to beleave that you are getting a $1,000 a word for unsigned stuff. It can’t be done.” “Its a fact. You see I write sky signs with my aeroplane.” Morar: Posative. He who laughes last, laughes H. L. Morrer. comicbooks.com