Judge — March 17, 1928 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Sreax-Easy Warren—.l penny for your thoughts, Patron tian burial. Hamilton’s Nemesis ‘ on toast,” casually said Cunningham to kindly old Oscar, the most beloved waiter at our club, Harry Hamilton’s face blanched and he hastily rose to his feet. “Gentlemen,” he gruffly tid, “I beg to be excused.” He aluted briskly, clicked his heels and left the room, I glanced questioningly at Cunningham. He grinned. “I thought you knew the story of Harry and his mermaid,” he said. 7 Well, if you're a good boy and don't flick your ashes on the rug, papa will tell you... . “You know Hamilton lived in the South Seas for many years. Well, what I am going to tell you i old South Sea legend, but s he has lived it, so Ib him, It seems that © morning at dawn while stroll- along the beach, he beheld a id sunning her- self on the rocks by the water's Love smote him with all eight — cylinders proached the marine — beauty. When she beheld the handsome stranger her lovely and no doubt a few silver scales fell off her in’ her To make a] agreed to be Hamilton had a huge swimming pool built in the basement of his galow to satisfy her. Here spent: many idyllic hours, and he ap- es softened I'm wondering if the management provides Chris- around — knitting socks for her swain, and he, in his bathing suit, floating on his back reading the latest novel or ire, she swimming r, when the call of the sea was too strong for her and one morning when Hamilton came down to the pool to bring her a cup of coffe and alack, she was gone. she couldn't stand it any lon and had gone back to the mys- terious caverns and recesses of the deep. Grief overtook Hamil- Z hohe sold his water wings and turned the pool over to the Aloa Ch merce for a community swimming pool. “One noon at luncheon in an E ish tavern he ordered sardines on toast. plate was set before him he suddenly startled to hear one the sardines say, ‘Why, Cousin Harry, don’t you know me?) I'm wife's Hamilton was terribly embarrassed. He ton and ber of Com while your cousin.’ couldn't eat his own cousin, could | He vowed then never to order sardines a he lived. Then one summer evening he forgot, and ordered a sardine sandwich. With him were Lady Montmorency and the wealthy Mrs. Kitterling. As he raised the sandwich to his lips a ery of anguish came from between the slices. of bread. ‘Oh, Harry, Harry, don’t, don't. It's [your nephew, Bobbie Minnow! Her Ladyshi Mrs. Kitterling stalked out in a furious state of mind and Hamilton was asked to resign.” “Poor fello I he do now? He haunts the said) Cunningham, as long as said, “what aquarium,” “hoping that Scorven—If your people are such great fighters, why are there no Trish champions? Intsuiman—Sure, an? wen ercan wait for the bell! comicbooks.com