Judge — August 4, 1928 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Letters From a Song Writer’s Mother to Her Son Dear Son: We haven't heard from you from such a long time Popper says you must be very busy writ- ing songs about hb love us. It’s the same way us, we seem to like you better from home. You know ab- kes the heart grow fonder and that is probably because it makes the memory grow weaker. You ought to write less about us and more to us. It isn't this way with the Gins- berg family I told you about up- stairs. They got a son away from home at college and he writes letters home all the time. But they don’t give him—not much. He has his allowance and they don’t make no allowances for him beyond that. When I heard your new song about me I thought you was try- ing to make a fool out of me if ible. We was upstairs listen- ast night, but most evenings we are downstairs lis- sence 0 JUDGE Sur—Don't be fresh! tening upstairs. When I heard your song telling how you wanted you should baby your mother li she babied you, TL wished I had you on my knees again, With me two hundred and fifty pounds you can imagine the laughing when they heard that song. They knew the joke was on me, but if, you was here the joke would be on your mother—that's y “T can't help lovin’ that man! RB Fe I forgot to tell you the last time I got Sammy to write about your girl friend Minnie being here. You remember her. She says you do. She don’t look a day over twenty she used to. years older than Up here in’ the Bronx she says she went to school with vou when you was a kid and you went. She was here looking for you and it wouldn't be news to you to tell you she didn’t find you here, She was terrible dis- appointed when she found you had gone away and beeame a song . Sammy hurt his finger and wasn't able to pract writing like you do. him: Learn to 1 nd then in kon you you still got the song: So [ told with both © one finger fingers goes | other. It is supper time now and Cousin Fanny has just came. She says she was passing by and thought she'd drop in to sce how we all was—the liar. More later. Mosater —R. C, O'Brien comicbooks.com