Judge — December 3, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Good Old Ed It happened at breakfast a couple of weeks ago. iood old is going to be married,” I enthused to Pearl across the table. ‘He slips on the ball-and-chain early in No- vember. I’m delighted about it, for Ed’s one of the finest boys in the Thursday Night Pinochle Club. going to be a pretty nifty wedding too, according to this beautifully engraved an- nouncement. Wonderful, big- hearted boy, Ed. Nothing’s too good for him.” “Which Ed?’ y asked the wife, using her quiet, frigid voic Shultz,’’ I rep “We've got to get Ed a real nice present. Something to s bolize our long ye of friend- ship. Just like Damon and Py- thias—that’s how we were.” But the Little Woman an- swered me not. Instead she reached over and picked up a nickel-plated vase from the -win- dow sill. “Do you recognize this Birdlike device suggested for feeding the baby. she ominously ten-cent hunk of ned trash familiar I answered, but I Not Well. ; when you and I were united in these holy bonds and took up our abode in this alleged love nest, your generous, big- hearted, lifelong friend, Ed Shultz, presented us with this corroded objet d'art. If you spend a nickel on that piker I'll pack up and leave your bed and board for keeps! Ed’s being married today. I just noticed the date on my desk pad. That stingy kibitzer always was a false alarm. I suppose he thinks that just because he sent us an engiaved announcement we'll kick in with an expen- sive present. He’s got a fat ehance of getting anything from me. A nickel-plated Woolworth vase! For my wedding! The nerve of him! . —Arruvr L, Lippmann. comicbooks.com