Judge — June 1, 1929 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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The Social Circuit dollars Sixty-five for you, Fan.” said Henry Tibbets, book keeper for Grimsby's Grilled Gadgets, as he dutifully ex changed his pay envelope for a wifely kiss. ‘Thanks, said Fan, depositing the envelope’s contents in the hosiery branch of the First National Bank. boy and trying your best, I know. But most of this money is spent lready. Radio pay- ment comes due. Your insurance Need a shoe on the car, Oh Listen, hon,” said Henry, “just you be patient with me. Almost iny day now Clausen—he's. the view] Henry.” “You're a good wt’s see, sident and sales manager ing to be made president. I'm right in line for his job. And then our troubles will be over. He wets seventy-five hundred a year. He lives like a king, and” just think of the money he's saving! Watch me, baby, just watch me. And now—out with the veal loaf. I'm so hungry I could eat a carpet.” “ * « Charles Clausen, vice-president ind sales manager for Grimsby's Grilled Gac . frowned at his hirty dollars bal- ance.” said Clausen to his wife. “TM surely get a call from. the bank tomorrow, Two hundred dollars for country club dues! Ninety dollars for painting the sedan. Sixty dollars for Babe's “Never mind, Charlie.” said his wife, coming across the room, You know company: is day now. the president of the going to retire any And you're sure to get his place. Just think how derfully well we'll be able to get long when you're promoted. to his place. Thirty thousand , darling! Why, we can have every- thing nd never gi th won- n, let's take in a movie. -_ * « “Retire! Retire! Retire! That's all Lever hear!” shouted Sherman J. Grimsby, President of Grims- hy’s Grilled Gadgets, to his wife the ir across spacious. living-room. “How can I ret You want a new town car! Junior wants fiftcen thousand to open an adver- JUDGE MILLIONAIRE BROOKLYN Oh, Mr. SHEIK you prefer. darling,” pressed the pre der. in your lonely bed!” the Manger. tising agency. The girls want a trip to E . You'd like a butler. N ter how much I make, this family finds a way to demand mo President Grimsby walked over to his wife and stroked her hair as a more mellow mood came over him. know, Constance,” he said, “I envy a certain chap down at the office. Tibbets—our book keeper. Makes his sixty-five dol- week. Always looks neat. Lives modestly yet comfortably. His expenses are practically noth- lars Irchitect Mans, can you build me a house in Dublin with Hebraic columns out on the porch? “Now don’t forget me when you're at the beach, ery time I hear the surf on the beach I'll think of you snoring Step on it, driver, I have to meet a dog in caocouaTe ORGY! Or Padraic Colums, if “No, John,” pledged his pansy. He's not socially ambitious. Sometimes I'd like to change places with him, He's got all he | 1s and all he wants. Yes, and t something I haven't got— peace of mind and contentment with his lot “Sherman,” said Mrs. Grimsby, “did you know the Bensonhursts have a ht? T really think it’s we got a vacht. Sometimes I feel so uncomfortable when I meet these people and I realize ” he’s time Anruce L. Lirestans comicbooks.com