Judge — June 7, 1930 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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The Civil Disobedience Campaign in Indiana By Jack Cluett qour solemn, elderly salt revolters, having removed their shirts, sat cross-legged on sharp spikes ‘round a bamboo table in the Disobedience Room of the native Indiana revolters at Pshaw, Indiana. In the center of the table stood ah empty. salt-cellar and an order of soft-boiled eggs. Mrs. Sarajini Rafferty opened the meeting by releasi hooded cobra from a market basket. The venomous serpent swayed to and fro to the ac- companiment of an Indiana lilt played on a native diphthor “Fellow. Sahibs,” said Mrs. Raf- ferty, running twelve sabres through a wicker clothes hamper without touching a single hair on the head of the Jaundress, “the sheriff of Fort Wayne has locked up our leader in the prison at Jodhpor. We must carry on. What do you suggesjt?” “How about a raid on Gorton’s Codfi san. pending Mrs. Salt h Depot at Dhart at Dhar: said Abbas Peckham, sus- rope in mid Kamaladeni Eagan said: “If the British would only let us raid the lavender bath-salt works at Untadi, we wouldn't have to throw these to the name of a dog of a dog of a dog.” “I heard you the first time,” said Motilal Whitbeck, “We should have boiled them five minutes and saved them for a picnic at Salt Lake City.” “I can wire my sister in Asbury Park to send us a box of salt water taffy. That would make the British plenty sore, and I don’t mean rahj- put,” said Mrs. ladeni Eagan, Mrs, Rafferty jumped up off her chair of na d said: “Who's that knocking at our djoor? “Justa plague of locusts,” an- swered Abbas Peck » looking over her shoulder. “I'd give my shirt for a nice slab of salt pork,” said Mahatma O'Harra. “Suppose Indiana had a freezing spell. How could we melt the ice off our sidewalks without any saljt? We Satyagrabis of Indiana have got to break through the military guards and get a pinch or two for Sunday dinner. Katherine Mayo is coming in for cocktails and the British are holding t Ste. Marie for ransom.” ‘d start a pepper revolt, only it makes me sneezje,” said Motilal Whitbeck. Mahatma O'Harra said: “I have a friend who's doorman at the Stache Mahal. Maybe he could get us some JUDGE salt over at the A. & PL A few pinjches would never be missed.” . “By the way,” said Mrs. Rafferty, “how are we fixed for horse radish?” The horse radish depot at Bom- bay is under heavy guard,” replied A Peckham. “We could start a civil disobedience march from Pshaw over the Lincoljn Highway to Del Montje, Cal., and get a pan of salt water, After evaporating the water in the sun, we might find some traces of horse radish.” “More likely some star fish,” re- plied Mrs. he tma Bloomberg arose from his d, walking across a bed of red-hot coals to the table, said: “Sa- hibs, I have a grandmother in Indi- anapolis who has a vial of smelling — —_ — salts. I don’t know how they'd taste on mashed potatoes, but they're ex- cellent for a fainting spell.” . the ocean then, my br: * shouted Mrs. Sarajini Raf- ferty, grabbing up her turban The Indiana revolters con ted at the drug store on the corner of Maine and State Streets and marched slowly toward the Pacific coast. When they got there, Mrs. Rafferty took off her stockings and waded de- fiantly into the salt spray with a boiled egg in one hand and an empty tin can in the other, The panful of water which she had gathered was evaporated by the following Thurs- day and, there in the bottom of the pan, reposcd—some seaweed and a torn bathing © com- “Listen, Min, where d’you want the wheat crop—between the lettuce and celery or back o° the radishes?” comicbooks.com \ |