Judge — December 14, 1929 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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“Open for Inspection” I" sort oof tired of a house.” T told: the soman in the Superintendent’s cap. “And the advertisement of your apartment here appealed to me. The neighborly, spirit—that sort of thing. “One big family,” he said simply. That's the big idear. I'll show you some of the suites.” T followed him into the clevator, “You're quite su lodging it’s all right to inspect them now 1 asked. as we shot up. “It says ‘Open for Inspec tion,’ but T hate to intrude.” Listen, Mister,” said Mr. McGee. “T've got the pass: I think you'll like Seventeen-€ He gave two perfunctory knocks, inserted the key, and flung open the door of Seventeen-C with a sture worthy of royalty. “Not 1 living-room, at all,” I remarked, when I felt eyes on my back, Turning, I encountered the hos- tile stare of woman ina lay- ender kimono, She was seated at table in the dining pression was that of your leove, and her ex- guest who dis- covers that he has to sleep on the day- hed. “Oh,” IT stammered, treading on my guide's capable feet. “Three-3 * said Mr. MeGee, seratehing the back of his ballet heac mezzotint over the year year lease on this onc and ¢ of renewal, an’ we re- “LT thought—we thought.” I Med. that there was nobody here.” It’s quite all right.” said the young woman bitterly. ““This.is one of our most popular suites. Everybody else ther, 1 she continued, with a venomous glance at Mr. MeGee, “that you brought a basket luncheon along, did you? Sit down—make yourselves drops in, at one time or don’t suppose at home.” She scraped 4 charred picce of toast viciously. “Humph,” grunted Mr. McGee, whose massive brain was concerned with the details of his -year business. lease, Mister, privilege I murmured, herding “We'll discuss it out= commented Mr. MeGee gloomily, when the door had muffled the « sawing of knife on toast. “We've got a lot to put up with from crabs like her. Mostly it’s one big amily, but her—tek, tek! We'll try Ten-B.” It scemed to me that my mentor barely caressed the panels with his JUDGE knuckles before we were in a hall cpening ona lar nd cozy room, This time the response was iminediats, “Oh, Gawd.” stuffed gentleman who was prone on the floor, his toes hooked under the overstuffed davenport. “A man might as well do his exercises in the Penn- groaned the over ation as here!" Mr. O'Connor,” said my guide, stepping over the gentlem: pink legs with duc care, He looked back at me. “Come over here, boss, You if you want to see a real view. STIRRING DAYS ON THE FRONTIER GOLD Who was the mug that put to won't take Noah for an answer. moll in a night club in front of 150 pe Fiatroor: “Nax only Levine Bros. ev 19 IS IT YOU, YOUNG WILD WEST? EXCLAIMED SELBY, HIS JAW DROPPING IN SHEER SURPRISE ryone thought they ill gouge out your spleen, install central heating, and rep your feet in meat balls till next winter for only fifteen dollars. can't touch it, anywhere in town less the ur th it, Mr. O'Connor “Get out!” said Mr. O'Connor, the veins in his brow purpling da ly. He billowed to a sittin with considerable effort. hell out of here, before “Yes. [said hurriedly to Mr, Me- e “Pl do—TI've got a pretty for How about Trous- vosture ret the a now. I'm sorry to have in- truded, sir.” Don't let a guy like that hurry you," said) (Continued on page 31) sith only two fleas? Remember, I “This chump strangled his Didn't anyone interfere?” vas dancin’!”” And for this