Judge — December 6, 1930 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE The Lass Who Loved A Printer Tooth- Too radiator companies sponsor sopranos. Business paste corporations en, is becoming musical. comic oper- atic. It wouldn't be surprising to see this merger of brass- tack business and make-believe romance result in’ the following kind of selling in the not far distant futur We are in the purchasing department of The G North American Iron Foundry. Mr. Betts, purchasing agent, is at his desk. The door opens and Julius Aber nathy, of The Abernathy Press, enters. Mr. Abernathy (tenor solo): I'd like to print your catalogue, And if you'll let me do it Your trade will say that it’s The moment that they view Mr. Betts (basso): Your prices, sir, I'd hs Are very, very rarel From you I do not . Because your bids are much too high! you know (Chorus of filing clerks, stenographers, bookkeepers, office boys): Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, We find, to our distress, The Abernathy Press Is always much too dear. They never seem to beat The others who compete And that is why th Such sales resis’ meet GENERAL = = STORE “Hey, where in h— do you think you're goin’?” Miss Tilson, telephone operator, gazing lovingly at Mr. Abernathy (soprano solo) : Because of the love that T Oh, be not as chilly as i If you'll heed my unut Will meet each competitiv . And then with the profits you've made, dear, The two of us swiftly We'll live in a cottage wi . dear, And I'll have my breakfast in bed. Chorus: You hear what the lady just said— She'll eat her farina in bed. Mr. Abernathy to Mr. Betts: What prices have you got, sir? Mr. Betts: They beat yours by a lot, sir. Mr. Abernathy: Whatever quotation you name I'll promise to equal the same! Mr. Betts: The job I award you, my boy! Miss Tilson: Oh rapture! Oh Julius! Oh joy! Chorus: Oh, Love is a wonderful something, A wonderful something is Love. And that’s why we warble this dumb thing Regarding the couple above. I have a continuous revel, Yith income exceeding expense, And maybe a wee printer's devil Will bless them a year or two hence, Tra Ja— Will bless them a ror two hence! ed or- hands a cigar to Mr. Betts and exits smil- ingly. —Artucr L, Lippmann comicbooks.com