Judge — August 8, 1931 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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

The truck driver Just Gas Ss eE—A kitchenette The bell rings. Tue Lavy (opening door)—Who is it? Tue Tue The apartment. Man (stepping in)—Gas. —We have some. Man—I want to look at your er. Lapy—I don’t see why. y nothing to look at. It’s absolute! os e Lapy—Well, why don’t you say so? (She discloses the hiding place of the meter.) Tur Man (giving the meter a light- ning glance)—Urmph! Tux Lapy—Do you mean to tell me that you read the meter like that? Tue Max—Soitinly. Tue Lapy—Well, I never! You have raphic eye, haven't you? ah. Tur Lapy—I do think that's too wonderful! Were you born with it, or did you train yourself? wot the devil are our eye. Were you born with it? Tue Max—Soitinly I with i Tue Lapy—Well, you needn't take it so for granted. You might have was born JUDGE mows his lawn. trained it yourself, you know. Looking into a shop window and noting the con- tents, for instance. Tue Max—I got no time to look in shop windows. (He starts to go.) Tur Lapy—No! No! Come b here. Tur Man—Wot for? Tue Lavy—You're from the gas company, aren't you? Tue Man gas company. Tue Lavy—Well, I know that the grade of gas we've been getting lately is very poor. Tir Maxn—What's the matter with it? Tur Lavy—I don’t know—it just doesn’t seem to be as hot as usual. Things take longer to boil, for in- stance. Soitinly, I'm from the want you to Tur Max—Maybe it's your stove. Tie Lapy—It isn’t my stove, it's the gas company’s. Tie Max—Well, tell them about it. Tue Lanpy—I am. about it. Tur May—Lady, you ain't telling me athing. I just read gas meters. Ture Lapy—But understand English, don't you? Tur Man (indignantly)—Do I look like a Polack? Tie, Lany—Now don't be imperti- nent. I want you to know that I am not at all pleased with the kind of gas we've been getting lately, and... Tur Man—Lady, I can’t help that. That ain't in my department. You go to the company and you go up to the complaint desk and you tell them all about it. They'll be glad to hear it. Yeah—they might even offer you a job. I'm telling you you Tur Lapy—A job with the gas com- pany? Oh, how very amusing. Doing what? Tux Max—Filling up the tanks! (Ie goes out, slamming the door.) cunt —H. W. Haxemann “There’s something wrong with this mask!” 19 comicbooks.com