Judge — July 12, 1924 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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The evolution of Lovers’ Lane. | L CARL LIVES NEXT DOOR “MY MOTHER hurt her arm,” said Carl, + sticking his head through the broken fence board into our yard, “and I just fed the black cat. May I come in?” The little red-haired boy with the big roving eyes and cheeks puffed out like an advertisement, squirmed through the fence and stood with one foot tentatively on my back doorstep. “In October Pll be in Mr. Fox's ciass,” he said proudly, and I was about to interrogate him as to his school and stuc when he “And I found a cent and bought some gum.” “You go too fast for me, Carl,” I said paternally, “I believe you started to tell me th ir mother hurt her arm. “Yes, continued: going to take me fishir In a vain attempt to keep abreast with him, I inquired what stream they in- tended to fish. “It’s up to Joe,” he sai id he says it won't rai But I don’t care if it does. ve got a harmoni And with the aid of musie’s charms i ainst all misadven- “T hate it when they’re paving the side- walks. It’s all soft then, ment on my _ rather prett; Frankly, I failed to see the r: between fishing, music and soft sidewalks. But Carl explained. s his com- speech. ionship “You can't skate. “Reals? “Do reels’?”” asked. “Ni Immies.” “Oh, I see,” I answered, although I per- ceived nothing. “Immies!” “T can make a sling shot and shoot hard beans and I’m good at spelling,” said Carl. Got any ‘reals’?” you mean ‘fishing 1, “Four for a cent... . ~SS tts a “Auntie, may I go out and swim?” “Yes, my indecorous niece. Hang some clothes on your nether limbs, And don’t go near the police!” I spoke as a tutor. “What word can you spell?” “Cat,” he said, of them. gray one. “But that’s only two, isn” The boy grew voluble. It's three. I said we had three. You've only got one. ‘That's what I came to tell you. Mother says don’t let your cat jump. our fence. Yours bites. Ours don’t. And when I grow up I'm gonna be rich. I'm gonna million.” “As to the ci ‘and we've got three One black one, and one big it C; have a hundred “T shall 1y more.” “Lm gonna ” T said firmly. see that he n disturbs you “Who cares?” said C: have a hundred million.” “Dollars?” “Oh, a hundred million anything,” said Carl idly. ‘Dollars and dimes and cents and s and a hundred million dimes and nickels. And I’m gonna have a two-wheeler and sleep in my under- “That sounds like a real paradise,” [ smiled. Carl was now busily retreating through the fence board. “Papa's going to vote for Coolidge,” he said. “Mother hurt her arm. I'm going fishing Sunday. I got some gum. I'm going to have a hundred million and I bet that you couldn’t squeeze through here.” I withdrew into the house, slightly bewildered. Howarp Dierz, comicbooks.com