Judge — September 7, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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

Glass Four solemn, elderly gentle men, wearing the onventional frock coats of big business, sat around a mahogany table in the director's room of the TTY Window Pane Co., Inc. On the center of the table lay a small piece of window pane. The di- rectors puffed on their fifty-cent cigars, knitted their brows in deep thought and said nothing. At length the president: broke the tense silence: “Gentlemen, what are we going to do about our glass?” “What's the matter with it asked the vice-president. “Does it leak or something?” “Hand it here and I'll show said the president. I'm afraid PM cut) mysel said the vice-president, dra back his hand. “Dm not afraid o the treasurer, bravely. "IT used, to eat it with my spinach when I was a child.” ve “Lf you're really going to touch it, don't you think it would be safer to put on your mittens?” asked the secretary, in a fright- ened tone, “No!” said the treasurer, firmly, “If [cut myself I'l put it on my February expense ac- count.” “Under wha 5 asked the see- “Under glass,” replied the treasurer. “Yes, L know—but what under “Mushrooms under glass!" ex- claimed the. president. smacking his lips. “I got toadstool poisoning rh, when [ was walk- once, tho! ng in the woods with Aunt Kate. Berries red—have no dread. —quickly flee,” vol- unteered the vice phasizing “berries with a stamp on the floor, Leaves thr yresident, en ind “leave: the matter with our . y- dent's poetry. “Tt lets the Gamma rays through,” answered the se y, breathing heavily on the pane and drawing two intertwined hearts with his index finger. “Couldn't we down the shade: JUDGE Not that kind of a girl. “No!” replied the vice-presi- dent thoughtfully. “It wouldn't look right.” “What do these rays do. be- giving you a good coat of asked the secretary. “They're very important rays,” said the president. “They control our every-day lives. You'd think they were important if you tried to make an appointment with one.” Hand me the glass,” said the vice-president, suddenly. “Make mine a bi * said the treasurer. “Last one to touch M m. desk is a darn fool,” cried the president, getting up from his mahogany chair and dashing through the door. All the directors seampered out after the president, leaving the piece of glass reposing in the center of the table. —Jack Crverr —- HF comicbooks.com