Judge — June 2, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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“LT want you to feel that you are more than a mere tomaton, Herbert,” I said, ou are a member of my household.” “Quite so, thank you, sir. Quite so, thank you, sir, Quite so, thank you, sir,” he repeated until [cleared my throat and produced the sound waves that automatically silenced him, We got alo fine until lest Tuesday, Soon after reaching my. offic led that [had ck the lar, in which some rare antiques are stored. It was one of the chores T had trained and adjusted Her bert to do. So [ telephoned to the house. I heard the click as the re ceiver was lifted an “The master is out; will leave your number? ‘The master is out; will you 1 3 ber? The master is .. ferbert.” To said, in the proper tone, “This is the master.” That’ phrase should have sil enced his | mechanical — vocal chords. Instead, [heard a peculiar buzzing and sputtering, then “The master is out; will you leav yar number? ‘The master is. . “Herbert!” [bellowed “Be yoursel “The master is out, will sou leave your number? The master...” “Herbert, old chap.” [ pleaded, “Migawd. do you feel another at- tack coming on?” The honest batter insists that that last one was a strike. Herbert Goes Haywire » to me with un- here isn’t a better m cal butler on the Herbert,” I was assured by the y. “Just plug him” into your light socket and Herbert will get busy T must admit that Herbert's buttling was satisfactory for the first few weeks. There were, of course, a few instances that might have brought rebukes from a more crit employer. Once Herbert developed a slight short- circuit in the right shoulder and spilled consomme down my neck. Another time I walked into the kitchen and found him trying to tickle the electric range under the But these things only con- vinced me that Herbert. w: - most human, and I lauded h | for them. The Stocking Manufacturers meet a long-felt want. comicbooks.com