Judge — February 16, 1929 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Particularly nasty driver, who, instead of having a horn in front, installed a laughing saxophone behind. A Bedtime Story Little Virgil is now six and a confirmed story addict. Recently I volunteered my services to ad- minister Virgil's nightly bedtime story. “I'm going to tell you the story of Jack and the Beanstalk,” I began. “I know that one. said Virgil. "1 inquired. id Virgil with the terary criti 1, that’s my story,” I said, “and I'm going to stick to it. There once was a poor widow who lived alone with her son Jac’ “Jack what?" Virgil asked. “He must of had another name, every one has. “Maybe i suggested, it was Gillespi terson Gillespie k Gillespie. Where did they live?” “Now the Gillespies were des- perately poor,” I continued ignor- ing the interruption. “What's desperate “Indigent,” I expl was Gillespie,” 1 ‘ome to think of Mrs. John V nd her only son Virgil sympa that was tough. the widow told the cow to the “And have Hamburger steaks,” said Virgil. “And sell her for the best her cut up into \ on your sweater?” “Oh, [was awarded that for making the Vassar basketball team!” price he could get,” I said firmly. “So Jack started off to market one morn with the cow. On the way—— “I know,” said Virgil. “He met a bozo who said he'd swap the cow for a flock of beans.” “See here,” I said, ‘who's tell- ing this story? So gave the man the cow, took the beans and joyously home to tell his had happened.” “That bird should have played the market,” said Virgil. “When he arrived home with the beans and told his mother what had happened ?. _ “She beaned him,” said Virgil “Another wise crack like that,” I said, nd “Oh, get on with the story,” said Virgil impatiently. “Jack was sent to bed without his supper,” I continued, “and the next morning when he awoke he saw a huge beanstalk growi up into the sky. “It must have been Californis said Virgil. So what do you suppose Jack I asked. “I know,” said Virgil. “He sent for the reporters and the movie people and told them he was out to break the n beanstalk climbing record. » Jack went downstairs, and di stop when his mother wasn't look- ing: “I think that story's a lot of hooey,” Virgil murmur: I looked at him. child was sound asleep. —Hay sleepily re dear Excacen Gint’s Fatiuen—I tell you, Martha, they were made for each other! comicbooks.com