Judge — September 17, 1927 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Princeton you hand ne, Iam yself, but unless over those letters I shall have to employ violence.” “I know you Princeton men,” she returned sneering, “You gouge, scratch, spit, swear and bite!” “We do not!” I retorted hotly, “It’s just some more of those Harvard lies, that’s what!” “Princeton or not, you don’t get those letters!” she said mov- i ing quickly toward her dressing | table i I got the letters. | . + * | b | I knocked at the door of the | Master’s study. A nervous “Come in!” and the Master was | on his feet, his face anxiously | | | searching mine. I threw down | | the packet of letters on his desk. | | “Ginsberg!” he cried joy- fully, “Good old Ginsberg! You ‘ame through! Our side beat!” | “It was easy,” I said, blushing, | | Master, 5 95>, determination writ large on his q “Sorry, but my wife’s away on her vacation.” countenance, “You shall have | “Ah, then how about some empty bottles?” anything’ you siaiie. for this 'séev- | | —Iciustrienrer Tage A coonskin coat, a derby | | a banjo,—anything!” | | For the Honor of Old Nassau cold automatic in. my pocket. “Make it a box of dog-biscuits | | | (Continued from page 3) Suddenly I heard the grating of — and a brass-studded collar,” I | | year or so when I was younger.” a key in the leck and a moment said, “That's all I want, sir.” | | H-ll, that’s funny!” I said, later the room was flooded with “Ginsberg, I want you tobe my | | “So did I! What was your light. From behind the curtain st at dinner tomorrow night,” | a * I saw a magnificent tawny blonde said the Master, “Will you do | “Nineteen-nine,” said the Mas- slip off her sables. She disap- that for me—and we'll pledge | — peared for a moment behind a the old school with a bottle of | “Then you must know old screen and emerged attired in a Veuve-Clicquot? | | Larry Schultz, my roomie!” I filmy lace peignoir, to sink lan- “I'm sorry, Mr. Reznick-Wind- | | ried. guidly into a chaise lounge. I sor,” I replied, “But the fact is | “Good old Larry!” he id parted the curtain. I—I a e with a swell | huskily, wiping away a furtive “Madame,” I said, “A word blonde | “Too bad he died.” with you.” She sprang up, | | ‘He didn’t die,” I objected, drawing her wrapper about her | “He switched to Brown in his seductively. I tried hard to re- | | | junior’ year” member what I was there for. | | “Well?” asked the Master. “Who are you?” She inquired | “T guess you're right,” I said, in a frightened voice. | “But about those letters. I'll get am a full-blooded Scotch | | them for you, and that tonig ht!" collie and my name is Ginsberg “Will you, Ginsberg?” he II,” was my repl asked, “Will you?” And he rose “You do!” she said in a fierce | to his feet and seized my foot. low tone, ‘To thus invade a | | “Ginsberg, you’re a man. I’m _ lady’s boudoir You can quickly qualify for big-pasing positions in j | proud to call you my friend.” Your servant, madame,” I | Mitten Mtare'your own business ioprience needed, | H | “For dear old Nassau,” I said, answered, bowing from the waist, CAMERA FREE ‘ payee in our 4 as we stood shoulder to shoulder, “But to be blunt, I must have | Far, wille,tearming. Write today tor Free: Book, Job P a lump in my throat and a mist those letters you received from | TUTE OF PHOTOGRAPHY | L, of tears before my eyes, “For the my master, Irving Reznick- = | | Orange and the Black. Windsor, Princeton ’09.” Learn Cartooning ~~" | | * * * “Heh heh, fat chance!” she | At Memerin Your Spare tiene 5 | | e 9 from the school that le | The room was in complete said contemptuously , “You hound, bend soda of quccesttal i | | darkness. I stood behind the you!” TI seized her wrist and Ie ae seca i curtain, nervously gripping the said evenly, iieinres cogintorgation and chart The Landon School | { = —— = = 1483 National Bldg., Cleveland, O. | comicbooks.com