Judge — March 7, 1931 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Double Exposure k's o'clock struck, On both sides of young Mr. Ives, le« shut. But Mr. Ives was way to the washroom, ¢ by the Messrs. Sed “Come on, Ives, give 1 look at that mirror!” “You're going to wear that tie out fooling with it all day long,” Mr. Wickwire. Mr. surveying his shallow counte with ap He knotted his cravat with exasperating “Trouble with you guys,” he observed, “is that vou don't care what you look like. A man’s appearance makes a lot of dif- ference. Did you see the Chief today? Gee, what a swell coat of tan!” eah,” said Sedg hair, “Who couldn't “T take a Mr. Ives rs banged ready half- sely pursued nd Wickwire. someone else Ives ‘oval, care. + combing his Miami swell color myself.” said reminiscently, © Wickwire snickered, ves, but not in the win- ter, my boy.” Ives ignored him “By golly, 1 think I'M buy one of those sun-lamp things and lie under it! They say it’s just like the sun itself. By golly, T will! Want to come in on it, you birds=" Mr. Sec hooted at him. Mr. Wickwire made in unpleasant noise and then asked for the loan of a nail fil Mr. price, but his vanity was equal to the demands of the —installme From then on, the eveni underwent — radical — revision, scorned the «lin; of friends to draw th ‘ HO; nd expose his bony the sputtering bluish glare. After a few days, to his intense delight, the office pallor shaded into a deep tan, Ives was st FULL ee. “Gosh! I never saw such sales-resistance!” The Hired Girl is person doesn't now exist. She used to and she’s sadly missed By those who home-assistance seck For less than twenty bucks per week. At twelve per month she used to work; No household duty did she shirk; She licked them all, however wide, And fed the baby on the side. In these days, when she’s called a “maid,” She seldom earns what she is paid— A sum that once would cover all Expense to run the City Hall, If you should chide her, she will pack Her trunk, and don’t expect her | Unless you move, and let her know, Your home adjoins a picture show. —Hanny Grant Dart just as the advertisements said. Hy me almost unbearable, I know, I know, Wickwire. man,” complained Mr “But try to take it like a “Lookit how white my collar looks,” commanded Mr. Ives proudly. changin’ said poor S ‘m oftener, that's Sedge. “You birds are just sore you didn't come in on it with me,” accused Mr Ives. See how much better I look now, no kidding. Lookit my hand. 11 you think appearances don't you're cockeyed, that’s all.” On Wednesday of the following week, the Chief walked through th: office. Mr. ives made swift note of the back ef the n 1 pered to Mr. Sedge, who's got the best tan now? Lookit mine. t That afternoon, Pounds, the head bookkeeper, grinned up to them. He: tipped back his eyeshade, swelled with news, “Talk about luck,” he sighed. “The Chief's letting two of you birds off for three weeks, with pay, for a trip te Cuba. Business is rotten body gave hits the trip and he doesn't ant to go. ‘Talk about luck!” Swell!” exclaimed = Mr. “When do we start?” “Only, er, two can go,” said Pounds, not without some embarrassment “What do we do—draw lots? “No. The Chief was lookin’ you over yesterday, and he said Eddie and Wick looked like they needed it most Gee, Fred, you might have just got back from Miami—how do you get that way?” count Ives. —Srtantey Jonrs Winter Batuer—How’s the water? comicbooks.com