Judge — July 19, 1930 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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from reading the gas-meter. have a chair.” “No, thank you, I already have I replied shortly, taking a fold- unp-stool from my bricf-case and disposing my lanky-knit tweed form upon it. I felt piqued that he had so easily penetrated my disguise of an Indian major retired on half 4 ‘T feel piqued that you | easily penetrated my disguise of an yr on half pay,” I hinted with just a shadow of pique. “Elemental, my dear Moriarty, ele- mental,” dismissed de la Matzos, dis- posing his lanky-knit tweed form on another chair and puffing on his bri “L knew you were an Indian 1 directly you refused to have a chair. All Indian majors have chairs. But bit of a I say, won't you have bloater and a spot of te “I'd rather have a of mackerel, ade bold to say. itated de la Mat- ning his fish-tray. rperel, pereh- erel, and pikerel, but we're all out of rel for the nonce. Maybe if we tried the Board of Education ‘ “But why the Board of Education? I asked, lighting a nuance. “For schools of mackerel retorted Matzos test here: if you were a m: would you g “Swimming, of course,” I replied confusedly. ou fool,” Now see erel, where “But, mon Dien, how can we go swimming?” shrugged he with a typi- cally Gallic gesture. “We have no bathing suits.” “T have—how do you call it?—an undershirt,” [ suggested hopefully. “Congratulations,” was the acid “Have you no life-preservers?” “Never need ’em—by the time we get it started we have to go home!” JUDGE J aaa arr. Ban riposte. “I'll wager you even have a pair of trunks.” “I have, but we keep the hem- stitched towels and the — cocktail glasses in them,” I admitted ruefully. “Imagine only two closets in a two- room apartment! New York is a great place, but I should certainly hate to live there!” “But you do live in New York, dope,” fumed de la Matzos, his eyes twin gimlets above his set mouth, “What's the matter with your mem- You must have lapses.” o, I'm too fat to have any lapses,” [ fumbled, slicing the fragrant Cheddar. “But come; I haven't even broached the purpose of my visit.” (Continued on page 29) comicbooks.com