Judge — August 17, 1929 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “Say-—do you paint monograms on cars?” Special Delivery Hnetn was already five minutes ¢ for work. His mother switched nervously at some toast crumbs beside his “You won't have time for this morn- she said; sides I want you to hurry down and see whether you get a letter from Alice today. I'm worried. It’s bad enough for her not to write to me, but when a wife doesn't write to her husband for two months—well—"” “Umm,” id Harold, en grossed in Dave Hinkle’s “Sport Spots.” “Umm.” [sure hope Lambert can play this after- noon, “Lambert who?” asked) Mrs. Hanson, “Jim Lambert.” Harold ex- plained impatiently. “The best backfield man we ever had.” He knew it was wasted information; his mother never understood about football, “Gee! they twisted his leg in scrimmage yesterday afternoon. They should ‘a’ had more sense.” Harold growled ominously to himself. Never a student, he took football and everything else about Middletown U seriously. When he married Alice the family ag ed her voice was more im- portant than his brain. — He didn't’ begrudge Alice's educa- tion; but he couldn't help being enthusiastic about the school that dominated his small town, “T won't be home until late,” Harold announced, tucking the paper under his arm. “The game doesn’t start till three. He hadn't missed a football game in eight years and he had his little Ford truck, in which he delivered Special Deliver: ters for the Post Office, in the most advanced collegiate manner, He knew the songs, too. Between any half you could see him in the bleachers: pale coun- tenance lifted to the sky, light ry hair coquetting with the breeze. his uncertain tenor — shouting “March Middletown” with the t of them, ‘Now don't loiter on the way,” his mother admonished. Mr. Miller called and said you were to come right down for a package.” “LIL keep supper waiting, she said, rushing the dishes to the sink as though by hurrying them off the table she could hood wink them into ignoring the fact that they would be set back on immediately for the evening meal. “And do bring home any word from Alice if you hear today. I'm afraid she’s not being looked after up there.” “Umm, I imagine Ruthie'll keep her out of trouble,” Harold said loftily. He looked in’ the hall mirror to see that his new tie was straight, and went out the door. ice ought to come home for a visit. She was always good to his mother, taking her comicbooks.com