Judge — July 16, 1927 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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sy wo Wuar Marrua Saw Turovcn tue Key-Hoie One accomplishes a good deal more by preseverance than by impatience, as the following anecdote shows. While walking through the woods one day, Jones noticed a dead man. Accosting him, Jones asked politely, “Mister, will you tell me a fairy story, please?” There was a moment’s silence, then, “Dead men tell no tales,” responded the corpse stiffly. Jones never went out of his way to be polite again. Aviators Abroad (The scene is any American Embassy anywhere in Europe. Mrs. American Ambassador is seated at the breakfast table wait- ing for her husband to join her.) Mr. American Ambassador (en- tering the breakfast room from his office)—Good morning, dear. What a wonderful day! Certainly wish I could go out in the country, but there’s a lot of work on the desk to clean up. Oh, by the way, what have you in the house for dinner tonight? Mrs. American Ambassador (suspiciously) — Yankee Pot Roast. Why? Mr. A. A.—Well, a couple of aviators are flying over from Omaha and they'll probably arrive about dinner time. We'll have to feed them and put them up for the night, you know. Is the spare room available? Mrs. A. A.—Goodness, gra- cious! A body doesn’t get a bit of rest any more. I just can’t get the Embassy to rights! It’s all very well for these flyers to cross the ocean, but it certainly does upset the household. . . . Mr. A. A. (soothingly )}—Now, now, dear. I know it’s been a strain on you, but you’ve been such a charming hostess! I'll tell you what we'll do. When the boys arrive tonight we'll all go to a nice, quiet little restaurant some- where. Mrs. A. A. (firmly)—We will do nothing of the kind. Do you think I want Mrs. Coolidge to say that I take the Embassy guests out to restaurants and have it noised about Washington? I should say not! (A loud, roaring sound is heard as an aeroplane gracefully lands on the Embassy Grounds and a tall, stalwart young aviator is ushered in.) Aviator—Hello, name is Allen. from Minneapolis. turb you... . Mrs. A. A—You just make yourself perfectly at home, Mr. Allen. I think I*can rustle up some cold ham and potato salad for you right away. Land, but you must be hungry! Always de- lighted to have the aviators drop in on us.... Oh, Martha M-a-r-t-h-a, take the sewing machine out of the guest room and ask Bobby if he won’t bunk with Ted tonight so we can put the aviators from Omaha in Bob’s room when they arrive. folks. My Just flew over Sorry to dis- —Arruvr L, Lippmann Cover Artist—Now, Miss Gumm, if you can hold that diving pose about ten minutes. comicbooks.com