Judge — October 26, 1929 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Daisy’s Revolver By S. J. Perelman “Wear up, sleepy-hes have you forgotten what day this is Daisy Babcock, aged nine, sat upright in bed and rubbed her sleepy To think that on overslept! blue eyes in astonishment. of all days she had Daisy’s Mamma’ stood regarding her with quizzical mien, waiting for her bewildered iter to collect her wits. Of course I know, mother dear ing Mrs. Babcock in a bear hug, old today “IT thought) you would laughed her mother, “But for Daddy has a surprise stairs.” What could it be, wondered Daisy as she quickly donned her new white muslin. pi mother was amant and refu great secret. With poundir ’ pleted her toilet and sped hastily down three flights of stairs. ire enough, there was Daddy waiting for her, his hands hidden mysteriously behind him, Daisy's heart was almost bursting with excitement she cried seiz- I am nine years remember, darling,” hurry and dress, dear, waiting for you down- the And when Mr. Babcock held out beautiful big baby doll with gorgeous dark eyelashes and it said “Mamma!” to her, Daisy's exultation knew no bounds. She clung tightly to her Daddy and kissed hi “Oh Daddy, you are so good to me!" she ex- claimed, “I am ‘afraid a naughty girl like myself does not deserve such a pretty doll!" “Tush, tush,” said Mr. Babcock gruffly a suspicious moisture from his eye, . dashing “That is ay not all Daddy has for you, darling.” And he inded Daisy a thrilling age bound with blue marked and Pink Daisy and ribbon and “From Daddy Mummie to I with impatience, tore open the box discovered a lovely g revolver filled with sin black, nisy.” and. white what fun they her Daddy pl West Indian all over the living-room! They were so absorbed that) Mrs. Babcock had to call them to dinner three times be- fore they realized that the whole morning had flown by. All through the meal “Are you showing a talking picture this week?” could not wait to return to her new toy and ive-cream, a dish of which she was very fond linarily, received scant notice from her. She through her dessert when Alicia Bis- marck, her bosom chum who lived next door, ar- rived with a cake her mother had baked with nine red ndles on it and “Best Wishes to Daisy” in icing across the top. All afternoon they played cowboy on the floor of Daisy's bedroom and their merry shricks of laughter resounded throughout the entire But all good things come to later, and at seven o'clock Mr. Babeock’s dreaded command “Time for little girls to be in bed!" in- formed Daisy that her birthday was o Both her Daddy and Mummie helped tuck her in bed a an end sooner or kissed her good-night. As Daisy felt her ste lids closing under the Sandman’s gentle touch, the downstairs door closed and she knew that her parents had gone to the movies for the evening. How long she slept Daisy did not know but she was awakened by the stealthy of feet in the hall below. It could not be her father or mother for she knew their footsteps by heart. Courageously she crawled out of bed and silently opened her door. There in the half-light stood a tall masked form with a bag over its shoulder. /t was a burglar! He started vee ntly when he beheld Daisy's night gowned » before him, and her next words were even tore ste rtling. “Hands up “What's that?” inquired the stunned burglar. “L said hands up!” repeated Daisy firmly. In her fist was the noise glass re- In the dark- ramed like a apon, ness_ it real w For a mo- ment the burglar regard- ed her pityingly “What ‘do you. think you've he Tut last A revolver,” replied after some quested the — burglar. Daisy dutifully handed it to him and h amined it minutely, Then he surveyed Daisy even more minute “Well.” he said at last. “What did think vou were (Continued on page 31) you going to comicbooks.com