Judge — February 23, 1929 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Suopwarken (from force of habit)—Silverware? High Hat (Continued from page “Oh-h-h-h—how simply thrill- ing! And now you play polo! Have you ever tried to make the inte ational team?” cy invited me to play, but the pl in the ‘society enclosure. And, besides, the mallet I've used for years rattles in the head and res my ponies. I can't get used to any other mallet. Unless Tecan find a new string of ponies that won't be scared of rattling mallet- heads, I shall have to retire from active polo!" This polo stuff was going too far. Mallets, indeed! I don't even know the etiquette of cro- er-writer rule keeps me AnTLING Repuctions! Yes, sir, this way! —Bystaxpen quet! Mallets, INDEED! And, I'd like to know. is this anyway INDEED!!! “Do you like yachting?” I asked Virginia, throwing my hand in a wide sweep at the SEA KING. (1 knocked’ John La Gatta’s beret off on this partic lar sweep.) “Yes—but I like polo better —tell me more about your polo!” said Virginia. hose intervie MALLET. “G——D!" I sereamed to my- self. “Wil she get th'ell off “I like yachting, too!" I said “T love the salt air if it doesn't get in my eyes. aloud. “If T were a big strong man like you, Mr. Junior, I could play gettin, it—the thrill of skidding dodging the gulls—tea and cocoa- nut cake at four bells—it’s a gr four chukkers without stopping. How 1 stand any chukkers can you ked Virginia sillily. » two in my coffee,” T thingly. “But, seriously, hack to yachting—I love clothes one wears—the about a deck t life, the sea and its spray!” id in one breath and she ¢er- tainly ought to be forgetting polo by now! “How many polo ponics have you?” queried. Virginia. Oh, BOY !!!!—if IT had just had a polo mallet with me at the time! Before I could) answer ginia’s question, Lenore Queen of the SEA KIN me by the arm and led me to the door of the dining turned and tip, Virginia and excused myself. d like to play croquet with you some time,” she flung back. That was not the last I saw of Virginia. The boat lurched after tea and I slid across the deck and ended up sitting down in front of her deck chair. I stood up and was about to walk away. She plucked my slec nd stopped me. ‘san awfully attractive yachting jacket you're wearing!” she said. It was an attractive jacket deep blue, double breasted—six pearl-white buttons down the front. “Thank you,” I said simply. “Are you representing Ye Olde Canoe Company?” she ex- claimed, and just loud enough for even the fish to hear. I guffawed—but there was no laughter in my eyes. —Jvoer, Jn. Wirr—What does this hair on your coat mean? “Trouble, I guess.” —Evenrynopy’s Wrexkty. EDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO, ING., JAMAICA, BT comicbooks.com