Judge — July 11, 1931 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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Ill-Will Tour Mae and [ were stooled high and other last Friday nd as we con- swinging week-end fell to depressing I" began this way. bending low into one julep after evening. W ‘d had a tough w templated a couple of droppers bags and bouquets of golf sticks, spirit lows. As I've too often said before, when M he secs gre Observing him as he pulled out a mouth- ful of mint and chewed away, I saw a smirky glint in his snappy eyes and one eyebrow slipped up. When that expression appears, beware of Mac's brain content How much money you got?” he asked as he skidded id atop his stool. I'll still have twelve-fifty if you pay this check.” I snapped. I've become hardened to being filched by Mae. “T've got twenty—get some'n’ to help you off your sto: and come on!" peeped Mac, and in his excitement he paid the check on the way out. Before I knew it he was sympathizing with a taxi-driver about business conditions. The driver wept that he'd had but a scant 4 t that morning. “How much for you 'n’ o'clock Monday 0 in fares since eig’ yur cab from now until nine dickered Mae in his best !" gleamed the drive: ity. paper dolls!” and—snap—the driver was tucking us into his cab and saying, “Where to?” Mae gave the address of a friend of his deep in the Connecticut hills. As we moaned through Central Park I got him to talk. “I'm sick of hearing people who think they're friends of mine rave about their summer week-end potties far from the dripping city. They never invite us! It’s time we invited ourselves! You are beginning, Junior laddie, an IU-Will Tour, the itinerary of which will be planned as we bump along! Our first stop will be Johnny Weaver's manor on the High Ridge Road, out of Stam- JUDGE 20 “Bis IS AN ite wu Tour f iF PEOPLE DONT INVITE US “OTHEIR COWTRY ParTies! \eS UME WE WNITED 116 - nae) Bs a ULoS CAB RRM FRIDAY TO MONDAY! IWIGI fifteen-per speed. g Johnny's knocker ‘round two a.m. I don’t mind at that hour. Three y he yanked me out of bed at three a. m. in Palm Bi to tell me that he'd guessed wrong at chemin de fe: I refused to loan him anything, and that woke up the entire hotel.” ford. Tf this we'll be clatte K 12" r440, our chauffeur, screeched to a stop afront Johnny’s house a bit after two. There was no knocker. We used rocks, and pickets from a fence. Jonny opened the door and before he could assume a hurt expression we were night-capped and in b We slept well, arose before the Weavers and ate what the Weavers would had for breakfast. We then de- , after leaving a note criticising and berating their d. some of which we passed to wello, who slept and asted in his cab we were off to Jay Hyde Barnum’s in S ello parked his cab on Jay's formal lawn and Mac and I hammered Jay out of bed. It w: Before J was wide awake, M ned that we'd dropped in for an early rubber at bridge. Mac sent a servant to rout Mrs. Barnum and set up a bridge table. And by the time Jay and the Missus had completely rubbed Morpheus from their eves Mac and [Thad bumped them 2,000 points at half a cent, collected ten rks and were off again behind faithful ol’ Kazwello, xt stop F k Godwin's —not far along. Frank's place is easily found. One simply looks f6r a coupla hun- dred Great Danes, Behind the Danes is the house. Our visit vermin was up and chippering with the dogs. He was glad to sce us. His being glad to sce us rankled and we left, pinching Great Dane tails and dragging our feet through a pansy ring. Next stop here was a bust. Frank comicbooks.com