Judge — September 7, 1929 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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

“Yes, sir. We're simple and democratic Americans in this city. See the log cabin on that hospital—all our children are born in that.” Just One Frustration After Another It is never for longer than day that [am not on a railroad, or a highway, or an clevated. You see, 1am ona quest. Tam looking for Bertrand. The name itself may not convey thing to you, but to me it is the symbol of all that is comfort. Bertrand is a significant part of my life. I've been all over the United States looking for Bertrand. In little tanktowns, big cities, on the plains and prairies, in the moun- tains. Where haven't I been in my pursuit of Bertrand? Don't think because I am so anxious to find Bertrand that I am one of these designing women you read about, nothing of the kind. Ber- trand signifies romance to me, romance produced by a constant association for three days. Those sand nights of beauty, a er forget that trip with Ber he desert was, to me, thing of illusory substance, a fairyland made pos- sible only by the presence of Bertrand. The little towns grew halos because of Bertrand, If I ic I could weep and im that all is now lost, that without Bertrand would be cru-el. But I don't absolutely need Bertrand. I know that, but would still appreciate a fruitful result of my search. After all, you don't leave a string of matched pearls on just any Pull- man, not even Bertrand, the Pull- man car with a Personality. —Atex Eveove Traffic Proverbs The more sudden the stop, the closer the rear-seat driver. The nearer the collision, the more insulting the repartee. The more rural the neighbor- hood, the more officious the traffic the busier the intersection, the more indistinct the sign posts he more crowded the high- s, the nearer the weekend. The better the road, the more certain the detour. —R. C. O'Brien