Judge — January 10, 1931 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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What’s in a Name? it great magnate pulled a paper from his pocket and put on his spectacles. “My dear,” he said to his wife tenderly. “I have here a short select list made up for me today by young Whippet, who has made quite a name for himself in our offices at this sort of thing.” He adjusted the light at his elbow carefully, “Szol- nok !" “Terrible,” said his wife testily. “Tt sounds Russian.” The magnate sighed. “I was afraid you would say that,” he said sadly, “Yet I must confess it sort of struck esn’t strike me. oInok! Awfu ight, all right,” said the great man hastily. “What do you think of Mount Quimb: “Common,” sniffed his wife “Well, well, just a little,” said the magnate, “but a good reliable name. Now what would you think of F snapped his maggiore othing at all,” said his wife. “No, perhaps not. But listen to this. Nepomuceno! Distinguished? Wh: r His wife yawned. I don't like it.” System ts Ovr or Orpen Usner—Is there an electrician in the house? “Silver Minnows?” suggested the big executive a trifle nervously. “Now there is something with an aura! Sort of glittering—” “—and dumb,” added his wife. “Well, well, perhaps,” agreed the magnate apologetically, “Now here's one that we thought was quite an in- spiration. Just plain simple Transyl- va Won't do!” His wife spoke with decision. “I may as well tell you that I have taken matters into my own id chosen—" utive paled. His hand holding the paper trembled. vot— not Tracy Cit “No, dear,” said his wife gently. “T've chosen Bill—just plain Bill, I want the baby named after you, dear, and perhaps when he grows up he'll become president of the Pullman Com- pany, too.” —P.S. Home, Sweet Home I might be an idea and it might not. But you know of these Speak-o'- phone records you can have made. Why not make one which operates as soon as the doorbell rings? It would », thank you, we don't want y brushes today, and we are loaded up to the eyes with insurance and our chimneys are all cleaned out, and we have enough magazines to open a den- tal office, and so forth ad nauseam.” comicbooks.com