Judge — January 12, 1929 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Prastenen (feeding son)—Say, listen, Mayme; “Your recommendations, gen | The Submarine Squad tle n?" said the chairman. Six grizzled men—men whose The line of rivets just off the keen eyes and bronzed skin — starboard bow should be pushed smacked of the sea—sat around — back six inche a long table. Before them on its polished surface rested scale of a submarine to insure struc- said one of the tural stabil experts. “Port torpedo tube should be slightly elevated,” said a gray- haired veteran, a small plete in every detail from conning tower to torpedo tubes, | “They say that Lady Roostershire of Roostershire married three Earls while touring England last summer.” “She evidently believes in changing her Earl every five hundred miles.” L 7 cY+DM hand me the trowel out of my tool-kit! “Any other suggested changes?” asked the presiding officer, colleagues. There was a silence. “Then you all have contributed your best to the design of this new submarine? You are willing to stake your reputations on its performance: Ay, > sir,” rd of strate “Very good, then, Our drafts men will labor all night to finish the blueprints. We go into pro- duction at = dawn tomorrow. Thereafter, by working the fac- tory in day and night shifts, I'll have the new sub in every toy dep: the faces of his answered the be ine on sale tment in the country within at least Get your sample cases a out. And remember—w ing to beat last ye rs sales quota by at least 6547, Let's go!” ~—Artucr L. Lippmann “There's a man outside begging for clothes him that old suit of “But he looks as if he had seen er days.” “Then give him my tuxedo.” u comicbooks.com y