Judge — July 16, 1927 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Why the cow jumped over the moon. yj Y WHOSE J I Uf i /; | Moon Magic (Continued from page 5) over the stoic, unimaginative ledgers. They romped across the calculating machines and tumbled on the typewriter keyboards. And then came a timid knock on the door and Maggie Reilly, twenty- second floor scrubwoman, apolo- getically entered. Oh, great is the wonder of the moonlight! Oh, potent is wizardry! Full its in its mellow rays stood Maggie and the pale light transformed her into some- thing radiantly beautiful Henry turned to gaze at her. as He ly YP ays / saw no forty-four-year-old woman with red, toil-hardened hands in a faded gingham apron about whom clung an aroma of aromatic suds and scouring powders. “You're working late, Mr. Peterson,” said Maggie; “might I do the floors? And could I, maybe, get you a cup of coffee from the lunch wagon? Sure, and you should take better care of yourself.” Who was this ravishing creature in the moonlight? Who was this fairy princess? Henry slipped from his stool and looked long and earnestly at her. Finally he =I cleared his throat and words tumbled from him in a torrent. The same moonlight that kissed lovers in some Spanish garden far across the sea, the same moonlight that mischievously splashed on Youth and Maid the world over, worked its magic on Henry and he spoke earnestly of his modest savings, his lonesomeness, his yearning, his groping. Sweetly he sang his Song of Love, and Prin- cess Maggie’s eyes glowed until they became two orbs of reflected light as she gazed upon her Prince Charming high in his castle tower. Then the moon, the rascal, smiled contentedly and moved on, for his work had been done. City Hall and the Marriage License Bureau the next day! A little three-room apartment in the Shirley Arms in the Bronx! A three-room suite for two hundred and eighty-five complete! A ship model on the mantelpiece, a five- tube radio set, carpet slippers and an easy chair! This was life; this was living! For ten days the office saw nothing of Henry Peter- son. Then one morning he came back, hung up his hat and methodically opened his ledger. But there was no mocking note on his desk now! Henry said a silent little prayer of gratitude. Maybe these young people in the office weren’t so bad after all. Maybe they realized that someone did care for him. After all, he wasn’t totally bald yet... . Debit cash and credit J. Jones . .. three times eight are twenty- four. . . . Credit H. Smith and debit Accounts Receivable. That night as the moon sailed across the heavens, he climbed the three flights to his Dream Apart- ment and Princess Maggie opened the door as a delectable odor of broiling steak floated out. She kissed her Knight and he cere- moniously presented her with a twent-five cent bunch of violets. They sat close to each othe at the little gate-leg table and Henry opened his napkin. A little slip of paper fell out and dropped to the floor. And as he stooped to pick it up he noticed that it con- tained these words neatly typed in capitals: “YOU GREAT BIG BEAU- TIFUL MAN!” FUNNYBOMES, Pessimistic Note—What is home without a mutter? udge pays $5 for each one printe 24 comicbooks.com