Judge — January 12, 1929 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Le JUDGE .] v MAIZIE, YOU'RE POSITIVELY ve RADIANT! BEAMED THE BEAMER. Once again M. Perelman interprets the mode, this time with his felt toothbrush trimmed Fitzgerald's latest work, sir? F. Scott Fitzgerald, “So Big’?” b yged Benny. th monkey-fur. queried a train-boy. rebuffed the rebuffer. “Buy F. Scott “No, I'm “Then how about “Or perhaps you are Edna Ferber?” Say, Mr. For, do you need a bright young man for the talkies? The Flight of the “Graf Winchell” (Continued from page 5 ) later my workmen had completed the odd craft and we gathered for g. Winchell, who by on graduated and had set himself up as a cordwainer, attended and broke a bottle of champagne over the ship's nose and the huge bird was now ready for flight under its new name, the “Graf Winchell.” We had just passed over Hum- mer’s Inlet when the Hearst rep- resentatives sped up in an I. Miller Short Vamp _— scouting plane and we signed the usual ex- clusive contracts not to eat meat or each other until we had reached Le Bourget. Then we were off, with Death riding in the cockpit and Life on the tables in the smoking lounge. The next two days we spent combing stow- aways out of our beards. Among those who had sneaked aboard were two people named Apple- baum and Louise Greshler, and when we had grilled and quizzed them, they “"fessed” up that their name was not King after all. Incensed, we decided to abandon them and asked how they would like to be maroons on an island. Applebaum retorted that the mere mention of Harvard gave him the starboard jitters. This led to blows and the secretive twain finally had to be removed with a damp cloth and benzine. Over St. Luke's our fuel bega to lash up against the sides of the tanks, and my navigator, who had been holding the bag up to this time, passed a remark about “stormy petrol.” It then became imperative to use the damp cloth and benzine treatment on him. We had barely sat down to our braised bananas again before Barney, one of our men, com- plained that he was being both- ered by barnacles. The other boys immediately took up the ery “Barney has ‘barnacles! Oh, what I know about you, Barney !” Poor Barney bridled and left, but he had not gone two yards before his nag collapsed under him and again I had to order the damp cloth and the benzine. A moment later I heard the whirr of motors and in a few seconds faithful old Pietro laid down his) whip and alongside. He drew up asked me if we , pots to mend or scissors rpen. I inquired: © you your eme with vou, my good man “Foreign devil ask if I have emery wheel?” asked — Pietro. = Sahib.” “Then I have an axe to grind with you, fellow,” I said through set tecth, and [slapped him across his face with my glove. Well, it is all over now, and as I look across at Fanny quietly knitting there by the fire, I refill my old briar with shag and I wonder. And as the embers glow in the darkening room I take down my fiddle from the shelf and play an old familiar tune. Fanny smiles at me dT smile nny. I feel like an old ship has reached a snug haven at last. I have spoken. Salami. wheel Now It Can Be Top. Lear mud, Walt? Lizzis—Why did you throw your cape in the comicbooks.com i ne a