Judge — March 21, 1931 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE | 1 A MOTHER TO GUIDE HER | Ws Amy, dearie, I'm so glad to see you again, What } a pretty dress you are w A little short for this t i season, perhaps, but that doesn’t matter so much in the morn- ng. Only, of course, you are a bride, and everyone watehes bride, My, but it makes me feel old to have my boy married. Maybe if you were younger, now, I wouldn't feel it so much. Let me sce—your birthday is in April, isn’t it? ‘The teenth? And you will be twenty-six! My goodness, wh w girl we were old maids if we weren't married at twenty- four. But that’s only an old-fashioned idea, and I'm awfully vlad Bob had the good sense to marry someone old enough to ) settle down and not be gadding around all the time. f You don't mind my coming over so early, do you, dear? ul You see I have a dentist's appointment at cleven-thirty, and ) swe play bridge at Mrs. Upton’s this afternoon. My, what a handsome table! But why don’t you have orange candles in- stead of those blue ones? T Jearned all about that from a radio talk yesterday. You really should listen in on those interior decorator talks at ten o'clock. You get such a lot of ideas. And she said every room needed a touch of orange. You don't mind if T open this drawer and look over your silver, do you? You know a mother can do f ; those things. It isn’t idle curiosity with her—it’s interest. i Hm, how does it happen you have | \e fourteen butter-spreaders? Twas. | 5) Sey careful to tell everyone what you ME iad so there wouldn't be any dupli- cates. Now, if those two butter spreaders could only have been an- other salad-fork, You will be short on salad-forks if you have any kind of a crowd. Well, anyway, the living-room looks cozy from here, doesn’t it? Who gave vou that end table ?—it doesn’t match the rest of your things. Who? Cousin Annie? Well, you see, Bob didn’t. ta me with him cence when he was picking out the furniture, so I didn’t know what to tell her. You could put it into another room, I sup- LA pose. But I'd wait until she has been * here once. That bare space ought to be filled in, Do you know what I do Cor—Oh, boy! If 1 only wus a reporter—what a story! What a story! when IT have a bare space like that? I just buy a plant. I heard that over the radio, too. A palm would be the there. I can’t possibly stop today, Amy, dear. I'd love to see Bob eat at his own table. Does he carve? ) Well, you make him. I started out wrong with his Dad. And [ made up my mind that Bob's wife should never make that mi: Hm. That pic doesn’t look thick enough for a pineapple pic. Oh, it isn’t one? I thought I smelled pineapple. Bob and L are both just er bout pineapple pic. But, Amy, dear, will you look at the time? Now where on earth did I put my gloves? The business man writes his son at college for money. —Cariton E, Stespins CoMmiehbooks*com