Judge — June 28, 1930 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE ao by Newman Levy To the Guest Who Takes the Early Monday Train HE gray of early morn seeps through the rain “Tis six, and we poor wretches must arise And, haggard, mourn our vanished sleep in vain. What boots it now to grumble and complain As down we creep to speed the parting guest? It matters not that he's destroyed our rest, For Mr. Schultz must catch the early train. He said last night, “I think perhaps I'll stay. ‘The trains are always jammed on Sunday night. T'll leave tomorrow morn at break of day.” We had to acquiesce and act polite. “L have to be in town,” he said, “at eight.” For our part Friday would have been too late. Dests To The Guest Who Sleeps Until Noon BOUT the house a silence sad and deep; A In whispered tones the fretful children play; The baby and the nurse we've sent away To guard against a chance, incautious peep. Like sentinels who silent vigil keep With stealthy step we move from room to room, Our home, once gay, s now a somber tomb, For Mr. Pethwick-Baxter is asleep! Oh, Mr. Pethwick-Baxter, do you know That hostelries throughout the land abound Where you can rent a bedroom for a song And there, unvexed by heedless noise below And undisturbed by rest-destroying sound, Can sleep your damned fool head off all day long? Is as a college course to me. The conversation is so deep That frequently I fall asleep. From early morn till nighttime late They settle all affairs of state. They solve in comment crisp and terse The riddle of the universe. Convention they denounce as fake And now and then give Sex a break. Their literary talk, I find, Is hardly suited to my mind. They never have a pleasant word Except for names I never heard. I used to think myself quite bright, I still believe that I was right. L’Envoi Bu HE season ends, The golden summer wanes, ‘And we, again, with peacefulness suffused, Porget the trials and woes of week-end dramas. The final guest has gone and naught remains Except, perhaps, a toothbrush, slightly used, Some razor strops and buttons of pajamas. comicbooks.com