Judge — May 2, 1931 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Song of the Seasons ues the snow lies deep upon vale 7 and hill, And winter's grip is on hill and vale; When the trees are bare and birds are still, And noses blush to the kiss of the gale; When the roads are iron and winds are bleak, And the mercury is away, ‘way down; When the heart is low and the courage weak, It’s hey for a warm little flat in town, Bot Spring breaks the grip of the ice god stern, And the south wind blows o'er the scented lea. The grasshopper hops and the birds re- turn, And the green little leaflets dance in glee. And now when suburbanites gaily start To push their lawn-mowers up and down; When blithe is the spirit and gay the heart, It’s hey for a snug little flat in town. —Baron Ineranno JUDGE Master—I got him now so he'll eat right off yer hand! “And make a memorandum to discharge old man Spivvins—I hate to do it, but there’s no place for sentiment in business.” n comicbooks.com