Judge — August 11, 1928 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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

ee Letters From a Song Writer’s Mother to Her Son Dear Son: We was glad to hear you was following our advi nd getting some local pride and writing songs. in not about the south and other places which you never were but about your own back yard. But we knew it was so long since you were in your own back yard we wondered how you got such a memory. You'll find lots of things in your own back yard besides hap- piness. First of all there thirty other families in the house and suppose they all should de- cide at the same time to go there to find happiness. It would be pretty cramped happiness, if so at all. Even when two gets together in our k yard there is something quite difference from happiness, unless people gets happiness from arguments, and why not? Your little brother Sammy who is learning to be a song writer because we don’t bel in being too strict) with children say Mommer did you hear the cat song? No which I say pecting he was learning to | s well. So he s: a parod ta couple of finding happiness in our own back yard. Funny, heh? Popper didn’t think so. He threw a shoe nmy, and that surprised me because [I didn’t know how he found it, because he never has not sus- them on, Then there was a man came around and we thought he was yelling about lincups until some- body threw a ni ut him and we discovered he was singing that song. But he was inconsistent; he should have stuck to his own back yard and then even if he didn’t find happiness at least it would please us better, because if we couldn't find happiness we could find quiet. We haven't heard from you from such a long time we think you must be very busy wri songs about how fond of us you are, So come up soon, and it will give you a chance to see for your- self if your songs are the truth. Your loving Momr —R. C. O'Br Cr have the tail of my shirt. The guileful groom takes his gullible bride on a honeymoon | tramp through Hawaii. Lavxoryvaan—Hello—hello! Whaddayawant? romen—Unless you're saving it for a souvenir, I'd love to ~ comicbooks:com