Judge — November 9, 1929 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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A Farewell to Everything By Pare Hemingway Lorentz have been fighting, drink- ng and running around with women for twelve years. I don't feel so good. The Germans drove us to France. The tourists to America, Now we are in Oma The boys are all right. The girls are, too. We are all tired. We can't get anywhere like this. We have been here three ¢ Two blocks away trains go in out, but we just sit in the bz drink. The officers are Henry, the priest. drunk, They pull his necktie and make faces at him. “We'll be out of here before snow,” says Henry, pouring nervously t in his beer. “Sure ys the major, “ And Pope will be running the JUDGE White House and all you boys will lose your radio jobs.” He winces and snaps__ his garters. The boys are wrong. He doesn’t like money. He sends it all to an old aunt in Buffalo. She lost. her money on Gencral Motors. It’s tough on Henry. “Tell ‘em to go to hell, Henry.” I feel sick. I go out to the back. I've been drinking for three da I wish Marty was here. I'll call her. Maybe she doesn’t feel so good. Marty's sister answers the phone. She doesn't like me. She thinks I mean wrong by her sister. Maybe I do. I can’t help it. Marty isn’t home. “When do you expect her? They don’t know. She went to the dentist. He gave her gas and forgot to turn it off. They don’t expect her home. I don't feel so good. I read the paper. Another murder in Ch The market is uneasy. What do I care? I crawl under the table to sleep. Five or six girls come over, but I read the Times. I don’t feel so good. Henry is crying. “They called me an old Nance—I'm not, am * he say: One of the girls comes over and sits on his lap. “Don’t mind the boy I tell him. “Or the girls either.” He and the girl go to the back room and put nickels in the piano. I don’t feel so good. I don’t like whiskey. I don’t like water. Or anything else. Outside it is getting colder. A woman moans. Somebody shoots her. I don’t like the people in Omaha and the people in Omahi don’t like me. It is raining. 1 think I'll go away. Something might happen, “Oh, just a minute, Iceman!” 16 comicbooks.com