Judge — June 9, 1928 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE I Well, sir, this way it happened. in my suite at the Ritz, readi the “Your Broadway and Mir column in the Graphic, when the phone rang and a voice announced Mr. Aloysius P. Smileh. ‘Thinking hem is exactly the I was sitting ht be a movie maggot with a contract, I told them to send him up and when he appeared I beheld a portly gent covered with diamonds. He smiled in a large nd offered me a cigar, then g his throat, also in a large he boomed “You are Judge, None other,” I replied, turn- ing on my winning smile. 1,” he boomed again, “am the National Representative of the American Labor party !” “Oh, yeah?" [ said, somewhat disappoint “Well, Im for a party any time. When's this one to be?” soon.” hes with a nt wink, “May Task you a few questions ? signific oot! My life is an open you affiliated he inquired. “Well.” I admitted, “there is one party I'm pretty keen about, but for some with any strange reason she won't even give ine a tumble.” “TL mean a political party.” He smiled patiently. “Republican, Demoerat— “Oh.” 1 eried. “Pardon my dumbr No, I don't belong to al He looked at me in surpri “A Hashist! What is tha “Oh, a little bit of everything!" “Pat them they — spell I sang in a low voice. all together and mother!” Mr. Smileh smiled. “Tosee! Fine!’ He leaned closer, and spoke in a low voice. “L will now divulge the secret of my errand! Mr. Judge, Jr. the Labor party of America wants you to run as their candidate for the = | Presidency of the United States!" Just then a band struck up the a f Banner” and we up. As it ended Mr. Smilch grabbed my arm excitedly. “My boy! You have estab- lished a wonderful reputation for yourself! You have traveled all ver the United States in) your eroplane! You h n several times national © crossed the You are a figure! Against’ Smith and Hoover you will have a walk- away! What this country wants is youth!” routh thed i IT exelaimed, startled out of my ou Then the portent of his’ v struck ome! The the United States! In a sece my future flashed before me! I could see rakish cowboy outfit inspecting a ranch! What a picture 1 make onan electric horse! Or un- veiling a monument! I pictured myself sitting in a limousine rolling down Woodward Avenue dofing my high hat left right! I caught a vision of my self addressing Congress! My mother! She had always thought I would be President some day I looked up suddenly at) Mr. Smilch, He was standing tention and spoke stiffly. “Jud Jr. the Labor party awaits vou I winced. How [hated that word labor! [suddenly made up my mind, Mr. Smileh!” I stood up and looked him straight in’ the eye. “To do not ch to run—on a (Continued on page 29) President of myself ins a would comicbooks.com