Judge — July 5, 1930 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “Say—it’s a wonder you wouldn’t look in the cans before you dump ’em!” Diary of a Citizen in 1950 Jt" 4ru. Called on my friend, Willie Whoosis, today. We talked of this and that for a while and then, notic- ing a peculiar odor, I remarked: “Don’t hold out on me, Willie, I know you have it in the house.” So he pulled down the shades, and confessed. “Yess he whispered, “I've got coffee—real Java, too, none of this synthetic stuff.” So brazenly we sipped our contraband and dis- cussed the recent poll on whether the people wanted tea and coffee back. “The latest returns of the Literary Digest show the Wets leading, with the Drys third and those who prefer modification second,” I stated. “What do they mean by modification?” my friend asked. “Are they Wet or Dry?" I told him it meant those who favored a com- promise—not the return of the old coffee-pot, but a drink under government control, on specially designated days in supervised places—a drink of not strong black coffee, but coffee, half milk.” So home and to bed, the curfew being due to ring at any time, but couldn't sleep, whether because of my conscience bothering me because of my violation of the Federal statute or just because of the coffee, I don’t know. —R. C. O'Brien “Darling, I’m just walking on air.” comicbooks.com