Judge — December 8, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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“On Approval” A Delicate Old Tapestry of Dreams Stained With Whimsy By S.J. Perelman The other day, the whilst rifling through some old papers, couched in the mountain stronghold of we mad Carews, I unearthed an old shoe containing a faded miniature of Trader Perelman. In ease any inembers of my pack of trained be romantic figure was, why he was a jes is oblivious of who this short-winded saxophone 4 that migrated to Polynesia count of a shortag country. on ac- f reeds in this On his way he stopped ance, then a penal colon he changed his name Jack Joyce and, I believe, wrote several hooks of two-cent stamps which were never published. Now take up the thread of the story. It seems Trader, or Jack, as I shall call him, had a close friend named Oberholtz or Britten. Both Jack and Britten was eleven years old at the time though you would take them for sisters in- ad of mother and daughter. had both gone to night and was also old Fourth Ward boys, having been confined in that ward since their families turned them over to the state for protection (that is, the protection of the families), And finally, both boys loved practical jokes dearly. One morning k Joyce opened his mail and found a twelve lesson correspondence course in cartooning on five days’ approval. After a little figuring Jack saw the light. He went out and bought several ma and six days later Britten. p: express charges on a mysterious box. Inside was a_ ha thirty-volume sect of Balzac in tired calf, also on approval. The war was now on, A few days afterwards the postman delivered a gold-plated bugle to Joyce on a ten-day trial basis, simultancously with Britten receiving a packet of five thou- sand assorted precanceled stamps. Included was the valuable Guate- mala issue of 1908, and a request from the Horowitz Stamp and Coin Co. to remit. Later the same (Continued on page 26) ndsome JUDGE “Oh, Mr. Luckless, gi you have the liest twins!” eS less poignant? “Pardon me, sir, but as a duty to yourself will you sign this accident insurance policy—quick?” ind why should 1?” “Because you're sitting on the ex-champ's hat,” Craim Acext—Are “T don't know you badly hurt? waiting for the morning papers.” comicbooks.com