Judge — December 10, 1927 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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This Age of Specialization The callow youth stood before the tive. “Married tioned the latter, s in his swivel chair. “Fond of children?” “Oh, very.” “Let us phone nervously ficient execu- tersely f ques- ging around assume book is a youngster, that my tele- four-year-old Let me see how you would hold him on your lap.” The youth complied, evidently to the business man’s satisfaction. “Are you familiar with the story of The Three Bears, Little Red Riding Hood and The Babes in the Woods?” “ them all by -a lullaby.” know heart.” -bye baby in the tree t's enough. Now name the kids who went to sea in a boat.” “Winken, Blinken Nod.” “Good. Do you promise to punch the time-clock punctually at eight-thirty A.M. and to toil conscientiously until _five-thirty with half an hour off for lunch?” I do.” “The job is yours at of thirty dollars a week. to the Toy Department and get measured for whiskers You're the new Sant. and a salary Report at once. “—and a Rolls-Ro; do look something lik JUDGE \i a | —and do Santa Claus!” you know Me i cit HD hy Hh ue you 15 Wi i) The Yuletide Spirit actually Right Vl admit, I When Lindbergh town I took the mill around in the enthusiastic demonstration, Half of the kick I get out of the holiday rubbing elbows with my love crowds. came to day off just to our is in fellow I love the subway jam. inspiring to throngs of men in the big stores. noon rush and the There’s something me in the election night, or the garrulous gay New Year's mob shouting down one another’s throat. But there is a limit to all things. And I’m here to state that the next time the wife tries to squeeze four tables of bridge into our living room, I quit. Get me? A son usually and his dad at time. finishes college about the same comicbooks.com