Judge — August 1, 1931 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE abjectly for its imperfections. I liked » must have liked me, for and soon Iwas ] a splendid begin- ning to friendship. Frerwarp, in the locker-room, we had a few drinks in that congenial spirit which always accompanies re- freshment following effort. ‘Then Jekyll drove me to the Inn in a car which was also like the man—the fin- est type. On the way, I told him that I was a newspaperman, and hoped to locate with the local sheet. Jekyll listened sympathetically, saying that he hoped I would be successful. After the drive, he left me at the Inn, and I appreciated his delicacy in not inviting me to dine; for I would <— not have known how to reciprocate. ge Alone in my room, I felt that I had uw been rather tactless, talking so much ‘ about myself, and certainly lacking Wire—Be careful of the door-mat, going out, John! the restramt of companion, who told me nothing concerning himself. | The Strange Case of Jekyll Hyde I nap met Jekyll Hyde in the elub- house. He was a charming man, with a ruddy complexion, pleasant eyes, and a wide smile. I had just arrived in his town, and had a visiting card to the country club. He treated me with every courtesy, making haste to put me at ease, and introducing me to the people who apparently mattered. When he suggested a game of golf I was heartily in accord. or here, I thought, perfect link companion. And so he was. His game was not perfection, but he did not apologize The next morning I interviewed the editor of the paper, who told me that there would be a good opening in two weeks. He also told me that he could not give me an advance in salary, but when I was hired, the pay would be excellent. The town appealed to me, and I decided to wait for the po- sition. New: years after, though moderate- ly prosperous, I still wish I might , have settled in Jekyll’s town. I think I might have been happier there, al- though it may be merely a matter of the green pastures in the distance fancied greener. But it was, at that time, impossible. I was a newspaperman, and had to wait two weeks for an opening. Natur- ally, I needed a small loan, and the only banker in the town was a hard, gimlet-eyed, stern-jawed man by the The Vacationist Who Planned to Get Some Real Exercise. name of Hyde.—Davin S, Leuman comicbooks.com