Judge — November 23, 1929 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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sinewy arms onay was the fifth anniversary of our marriage. and I when Bob took me out on the front stoop of our love cottage and showed me the richly upholstered four-door sedan he had bought for me, I could not re frain from throwing my arms around him and hugging him with all my might. “Oh, Bob darling, you are cordially, “I knew you would boy! “Pshaw, forget you, silly?” laughed Bob. “Look here!” And he drew from his pocket a sparkling lavalli¢re of twelve flawless imitation moonsteins which fitted my neck like a glove. About to embrace him again, he led me back sweet!" [exclaimed ot forget me, you d JUDGE pt along by the rhythm of the music, I forgot everything in Edmond's he attempted to embra RY team By S. J. PeRELMAN into our “snuggle room,” as we whimsi cally callour parlor. ‘Thereonthe tap of our Finke magnificent . herg davenport reposed a swish broadtail wrap, and in its folds the deed of a summer hot: in the Adirondacks I had some day hoped to possess. My elation knew no bounds. The small) suburban community of Chitterlings knows us only as Mr. Mrs. Bob Sterling, its most devoted young couple. But that was not always our name. In the days when first 1 but let ine go back to the beginning of my tale, I was the youngest daughter of an aristocratic Southern family which had fallen on evil days. T can still reeall the tall pillars in front of our stately plan tation home, the songs of the negrocs round their fires when they returned from the fields, and the songs of the negrocs round their fires when they re turned from the fields. But then came the day when my father, a colonel of th: old school, saw his home go under the hammer, and died of a broken heart. 1 determined to make my own way in the world, and a few days later found my self penniless in a large Northern city which I shall call New York, though that is not its real name. For days 1 haunted employment agencies without success, despite rare winsomeness and charm. I secured a position as domestic for wealthy retired) ship-chandler named Harms. His wife was a mother to me. but try as I would I could not keep out of Harms’ way. On numerous me in th vestibule. One day he surprised me: whilst dressi passion: turkey and rained kisses on my lips and neck. | and his reply was to draw from his pocket the floor plan of a penthouse which could bx mine for the aski “You bea told him to stop raining !" were my only words several weeks later as I regretfully refused his proposal. Then began another weary round of job-hunting, re warded at way dane a position as hostess in a large Broad . I atural-born neer and was soon the most popular amongst the many girls tl One evening a girl chum introduced me to a stra young man. “T want you to meet Edmond Dreyfu “This is my girl friend, Mona Low.” * she suggested. comicbooks.com