Judge — August 24, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Fairy Tales Getting Acquainted now children i will unfold a yarn of the chatty little groups that gather on hotel piazzas and rock and toss out stereotyped blurbs to their neighbors so re- move your coats and vests and make yourselves right at home nora will be here presently with ice cream and macaroons well mr breed of new york said to mr runch so youre from pittsburgh hey is that city just as sooty as ever i know ed langdon down there and i know heinz the pickle man and thaw and mellon and miss henshaw stopped rocking and pricked up her ears and said do you know anybody from new jersey and mrs maklary snick- ered audibly and said how are the mosquitoes this time of year and mr prange glancing up from his dodsworth said i hail from boston ah ha said mr runch the home of the cabot the lodge and the bean and old mrs stich said speaking of beans i go to florida winters and mrs henshaw said florida me eye the climates better “Gee, Pansy, wot a swell break for you!” in california and mrs. stich an- swered yeah but we have juicier ind lemons and then a stopped knitting and said im a — said to her neighbor pardon but squeaky rocker named mr wood- canadian and all the porch — arent you from arizona and the all joined up with i come from hounds shot knowing glances and sage nodded and mrs maklary chicago and everybody answered said oh for a good beer and do mewed its a at place for the in unison thats a good place to you play hockey and mrs mak- rile aint it my home state is ken- come from and miss arwig jary leaned over her chair and tucky and the old beezer from f arizona said do you all raise thoroughbred stock on your all farm which floored mrs maklary for the count and a suspender enthusiast piped up i come from down vermont state myself and mr bumball said are you the man who knew coolidge and how was the maple sugar crop this spring which evoked a hearty laugh and mr breed of new york said you folks can say what you want but ive me little old new york and everybody looked ask and said i wouldnt live there if ye gave me the place and the tri problem is terrible and what would you do if there was an earthquake and it costs you a for- tune to turn around and they rob you right and left and now kid- does pack your wallets and well all go to the races at saratoga or shall we simplify matters and toss our dough into the kitchen “T guess we didn’t leave anything.” stove