Judge — April 5, 1930 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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“Hey, scratch my ear, | fd y y Interviews With the Great Eustus J. Edginton H* was bent over, absorbed in his writing, when I visited him, so I took a chair and sat quictly, listen- ing to his chuckles, until he had fin- ished. “This will raise a rumpus laughed and showed me the tele he had written out. he ram ‘Sorry cannot attend prom at Yale stop have ac- \ cepted invitation to Princeton on that 4 week-end.—Mary.’ “Who's Mary?” I asked. “A friend of mine,” he grinning, “and she's crazy about this fellow up at New Haven who asked a) her to the prom. She told me she’s about to write her acceptance, and this will certainly be a good joke on her.” “It certainly will,” I) admitted; “they act fast up at Yale.” I stopped. fr. Edginton,” I asked solemnly, “what do you consider your most suc- ; cessful trick telegram?” “Easy,” he snapped. one of November, 1929, to Cyrus J. Seaborne. It re ‘Rafferty has squealed stop hide the swag and hop the first train to K C stop the bulls e——Grogan.’ Yes, sir, that was a huge succe The telegraph operator got suspicious and told the police, who arrested Cy and detained him three d. in jail before he could convince them it was phoney.” “Wonderful,” I agreed. replied, m “My famous \ And oth- “Well sider. * he replied, pausing to con- “There was one to Augustus Pinkham, then on a road trip in Chi- —in the furniture business. It ‘See Wilkins at once about twin- bed order, Sheraton or finished ma- hogany, which or cancel lounge chairs and order stop dining-room settee in dining-room.—S mith,’ ‘Now that I consider a very clever telegram, because Wilkins was portant customer, and Smith was Pinkham’s boss. You see, the telegram didn't make any sense, but at the same time had just enough plausibility to look as though the operator had bled it. The result was that Pinkham spent a whole day raising hell with the telegraph company and wiring back to his home office. nim clever,” I acknowledged. “You are indeed a master.” “By the way,” “what is your Eustus, replied dress?" But I was already out the door. —Parke Cuminos comicbooks.com