Judge — July 20, 1929 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE r oe IT’S BETTER TO | | } fro” HAVE LOVED AND LOST~ we * | i \ —_ | | FS N : The Bachelor's Reverie | A Gentleman of the New School brother, cousin, uncle and room-mate are in the | | 1 | | insurance business, and have promised to make my — | | | | He was one of those amazing fellows whose dream come true. Good morning.” | | | aggressive white collars did not melt, even on a “Ah,” he sighed. “That's enough for me, then. | i\ ‘orcher such as today. tered briskly, laid a Just so long as one of us is taking care of you." | briefease on my desk. His card gave no clue; just I smiled, relaxed. He was certainly taking it like “D. Basil McConnor.” aman, [reached across | One more pleasant Irish to grasp his hand in | lad, I decided, trying farewell. But his hand | to get by. Well, it was in his briefcase. It | wouldn't take him long reappeared presently, | | to get by me—I_ had holding a sheaf of ; rebuttals for everything papers. sold. And he looked like insurance. 1 was already going over my counter-attack ashe opened his mouth, “Out of every hun- dred men,” he” be brightly, sixty-five die—" “In the care of friends, relatives, or “LT presume,” he | smiled winsomely, “that | | a man of your. promi- nence holds some stocks?” I nodded, be- fore I could recollect myself. “Then here's the — ve thing you need, sir: a daily finan- cial news service. Compiled by experts, institutions,” I cut in privilege of two per- absently. “But I in- Bio Sisten—I can't help it, Jimmie. I’m sonal letters a week. tend to be among the playing I’m an old-fashioned lady, and Pric _ select thirty-five. My they used to wear trains on their dresses. (Continued on page 28) comicbooks.com