Judge, 1930-12-27 · page 24 of 37
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Cast Your Poultry Shears on the Waters Poe was frowni opened the door. “Your magnanimous z ominously as I friends, the Hendersons,” she said in phrases freighted with sareasm, “have pre- sented us with a Christmas gift.” She held up a slightly seedy pair of poul- try shears. I winced, for I knew Pearl's opin- ion of poultry she them She considers uscless, we . dangerous. They must be polished, she avers, and yet hardly any family ever uses them, I groped for placating words but she cut me off like an $.O.S. silences a radio station, matters worse,” added Pearl with an expression that would have led a Coast Guardsman to hoist storm warnings from Cape Hatteras to Maine, “I happen to know that Cor—You sure he went that way? the Hendersons received this very set of poultry shears from the Lamsons last Christmas, See those stampings on the handles? I'd recognize them anywhere.” . “You must be mistaken,” I said. “1 doubt if the Hendersons would stoop to anything like that. They're above such petty things, my dear. And, furthermore, how do you know that the Lamsons wished them on the Hen dersons 7" “Nobody knows better,” said Pearl. “Your Aunt Carrie sent them to us the day before we were married and I personally gave them to Florence Lamson three Christma . —Hveu Woon They'll Try It Yet “you deliverin’ stuff in this town “Certainly. And I'm going to keep it up.” “Oh, ye Well, ol’ timer, maybe you aint, see? You gotta long lista customers, huh?” “Practically everyone in the city.” “LT thought so. Now, lissun: What I say goes around this village, see? I run the prohis, the police an’ the courts!" “How does that affect my busi- ness?” “You gotta kick in, that’s how! Ten per cent of every load you bring into this burg comes to me, get it?” “Tl not 5 you! What “I muscle in on everything! An’ you aint no exception, Santa Claus!" —Cuer Jounson. a cent of tribute to comicbooks.com