Judge — November 1, 1930 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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5 JUDG] The Best Time By Quentin ReyNops wart’s that, madam? Willd wind your baby while you go down to counte Pul-leeze, a hosiery counter, not 1 parking. sp: The nerve of that lady, Mamie. Tek, tek, tek. Well, now that she’s gone T must tell you sbout last night. Jack was over to the house last night and Oh, Mamie, he practically proposed to me, It all started with me telling him about that fresh new floorwalker, Sweeney. We looked up the movies in the paper there was a crook picture at the bush, and [ hate crook pictures there an epic drama of mother love and a woman's sacrifice for her son that would pull your heartstrings at the Kenmore, and Jack don't like them mother love pictures—so stayed and mother had nm . so we sat in the parlor eating fudge and I tried to get up and says to me, “Get glad, baby, be- tle Wonder Boy, and how about me to tell Jack about that floor- cause you have made a big hit with going home to your house for supper » but T was so afraid if I told me. You are one lucky blonde that I tonight? You better call up, but tell him how [ was insulted that Jack — should pick you out of the whole store — them not to get nothing special as I would immediately want to get hold — to give a bre am very democratic and will be like of this cruller and probably fracture one of the family.” his skull, But finally I told him just what happened. Yesterday afternoon, I told Jack this lizard comes over to the counter } | “T can’t even get anyone to answer the "phone around here. some “You have as much chance,” I says, y chance, are yo “of coming to my house for supper to- him the haughty star ight as Ben Turpin has of bei he says, “Tam just your lit- Hollywood in the next beauty Just then a customer comes along and Sweeney takes his hy comb out ain't Lindbergh or the Prince of the But that night when I leave the store there is Mr. Sweeney waiting for me. He takes off his | | and smiles and says, “You see, I didn’t 1}} disappoint you, baby. I hope you have i]t called up home so I won't have to wait Ih for supper. Then, afterwards, we will | go to the movies, as money is nothing ay to me except something to be spent.” | “Tr you do not scram out of here,” 1 s very dignified, “you will be needing that money to spend on fixing your right eye.” “There is nothing the » right eye,” he says fe not now there a | “but as soon as I tell my boy friend | | } | | rr with about you making Spanish passes at me that eye of yours is going to be inva terri! ccount of the right hand punch which my boy friend will swing at you.” “I suppose your boy friend is so tough that whenever s to Chi- cago Al Capone goes to Florida!” Now, Mamie, I was beginning to et angry, but I think it is best to always be dignified and lady-like, so I merely said, “Listen, you heel, you Father, who used to be a star punter, delights in sending unwelcome ain't so tough yourself. You ought to callers on their way over the new gate. (Continued on page 32) 19 | © On comicbooks.com