Judge — February 23, 1929 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE A Pardon —I’m Still in Palm Beach Aboard the SEA KING. Unsteady waters—as a matter f fact, the boat stumbled twice vou is tinged, whi cdy no end. The in the ho, with trag- tragedy lying fact that a smu s accumulating a composite of feminine beauty and now incorporates these sundry notes of flattery into one profile, con cluding ‘and anticipating — that every lady on earth would like to look like the snooty beauty he draws. And the funny part of itis, his maneuvre is a sound one. When he finishes a sketch of a lady, he shows it to her and she always says, “It’s lovely—but it doesn’t look like me!!” and you never hear a comment, No- trotting about A CANCE \ COMPANY more insincere Mae is through with me. Un- less, of course, he throws away his pish-tush pencil. I finally confessed to the pretty lil’ lady that I was iy Ju Junior, and would SRO sh an interview. Interview? About \ what?” said Virginia, for that was her name I found out two weeks Jater. “What do think of grant me as you may have suspected from Mac's drawings, I, Judge, Junior, you am a smugly attractive young the weather?” said I seri- man, ously. Every time I tried to shoot her “Where?” she an- with my movie camera she'd stick — swered. her head in a lifeboat and mumble modestly. Either that or Mac would distract her by feigning to sketch her with his flattering pen- cil. (Note—This is the last time Mae will ever accompany me on ny kind of a trip.) Wherever w among comely dames he inevitably whips out his silly pencil and flirts with them by “Perhaps you haven't noticed any weather late- ly!’ T bantered. "I thought they were hav- ing weather here.” “Oh—he nice weather I saw that this weather stuff wasn't getting us anywhere she was too clever! oh-h-h-h—it's drawing disgustingly _ flattering “Do you play golf?” I splotches of them. He always d, swimming into a new draws the same — type—only changes the cut of their hair and makes them blondes or brunettes, as the occasion beckons. He’s spent nel, “No!” she I was up antered, inst a real ban- And I have terer in Virginia. i | bantered about a good deal. In Virginia, however, I was up against class in bantering, > type of bantering x that really banters. ‘Hm-m-m-m—you don't play Mf? Why?" T bantered. It causes too much talk!” bad banter, that! “You don’t say !!" T bantering- ly expostulated.” I knew if T ex postulated a bit my cause would be helped, she the expostulative type. olf is so obsessive positively abhor mashies !” an in- yan teri cause was not and I “What sports are you interested in?" Tasked—I had to find some- thing she would talk a “Polo! Do you play jiolo, Mr. Junior?” “Oh, yes!” T answered, “From the age of three to twelve I prac- tically lived in’ the saddle— learned to ride well!” 1 cont:nued, but not adding that those horses from two to twelve were confined to mer »-rounds, (Continued on page 32) comicbooks.com