Judge — February 25, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Liberty Number of Judge omebody’s a-Comin’ (Reading time EAR WORLDI This weekie is the hardest weekie I have ever put in, and I am going on three now and have had some week Every-thing has been so upsie- wupsi Monday morn-ing I co-mm- en-ced the weekie wrong by falling down in front of the vac-u-um-sw- eeper. And the horrid old thing sucked me right up inside! Doodness! what a lot of nasty old dust I sw-all- owed! I was so tick to my tummie that they put me in beddie for almost three days wiff a tra-in-ed nursie 1 snuck away and di-sgu- in Poppa’s Flying Togs, and tip-toed out back to the hangar and clim-bed into his Bi-pla-ne. I was only mas- keer-ading as Lindy-Windy, mind you, when... swishh! ... before I could say Jackie Robinson I was up in the air looping the loopie ’n’ everything! I must have pressed a lever or a button or a switchie or sumpin. How- ever I got down I don’t know, but the plane got all spl-int-ere-d and Popsie span-ked my panties with a piece of the p-ro-pell-er. He says I’m a in- co-rr-ig-ible, and I dess I am. But that was only the beg-inn-ing of the weekie. The other morning Mom came into my nur-ser-y and wh-is-pered, “Shh! the Easter Rab-bit is coming down the chimbley I stuck my head over the crib and li-ste-ned. “That ain't no ster R-abb-it, Mumsy, said, looking at Mom very cr-it-ical-ly. “That's the delivery boy inging the gr-oc-eri-es, and in all ab-il-ity he’s forgotten the Her- replied iously, “but the Easter s coming down the chimbley just the same.” “Goody!” I stated, “and I do hope the Ea-ster Rabbi-t brings me a char- ac-ter doll, and a air-o-plane, a jar of anchovies and a choc-o-la-te malted milk with a vanilla float, so help me ad? “No, Toney,” said Mumsie, “this is a different kind of a Rabbitt. You, no doubt, are thinking of Santy Claus.” 44-40 or Fight!) on the string! “Hey, Pop, where d'ya dit dat stuf?” ne “What the devil do Rabbits bring, then?” I queried, in-dig-nantl-y. ‘Oh! Don’t you know, Toney, dear? They bring Easter Eggs!” Of course I knew that this was so much hooie. Any damn fool knows that a mammal can’t lay eggs. I looked at Mumsie very quiz-ic-ally, and realized that she was just a mite em-barr-a: : “Anything on your mind, old girl?” T asked her. “No, darling.” But Mom turned her head away, the cheeks of which were very blushing, and I knew that deep down within her heart there was a“ ni-g-ger hidden in the w-oo-d pile. “Come clean, Mama!” I ex-po-stu- lated. “Why did you lie to me bout the Easter R-abbit?” “Oh, Darling Warling!” she ex- claimed. She was crying, poor Mom. » As Dictated by oT] to Our House TONEY, Jr., 10 ANTOINETTE SE Ss Pictures by Dororuy Nonore Ssirn Bartow “TL just to—to tell you... .” “ The door of the spare room burst open and who should pounce in but Daddy. He was holding so-me-thing miss-teer-i-o-u-s behind his back. “Better tell Toney the straight-to- the-sh-ou-Id-er truth, Mom, and stop beating around the b-u-s-h, as the saying goes.” Momsie grasped my hand and more like two frater-ni-ty bros. than mother and daughter we sobbed on one an- other's sh-ou-lders. “Toney,” she said, “last night while you were tucked tightly away in your beddie weddie, a little stranger came to our house. Out of the no-wher-e into the here! I lied about the Easter s Rab-bit. as brought by } the st-or-k.” “Oh, goody woody!” postulated, as Daddy the wee swaddling before me. “I sister! “Brother,” co-rrec-ted just wanted I ex- held infant gotta new ght you are,” said [, realizing my e-rro-r. y Tam the busiest little Toney in the world, romping over the whole house from cellar to attic teach- ing my new brother to walk. But I never will forgive Momsie for trying to pull the Easter Ra-b-b-it wool over my eyes. Lord knows I’m a member of the New Generation, and if I say so myself I do know a thing or two about L-if-e. “Dracious Doodness!” ej-ac-ula-ted Toney. “Another one so soon?” But read all about the second visit of the Storky Worky to Toney’s house— how passing through on a Good Will flight, he remembered the little apart- ment next the Fire House—BUT, as we said before, read about Toney’s second new brother for yourselfj—in next week's issue. comicbooks.com