Judge — September 5, 1931 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Weak Solution Sixator Means explained all about it to me, so that’s how I sort of feel I know all about it. You know, the surplus and depres sion, and all those sort of things. The Senator was up from Washington for a very, very im- int mecting with all the big bankers, and s introduced to him at Tony's. “You see, it’s like this,” he said (the Senator has a very brilliant mind, sort of), “I wouldn't be telling you all this, only I can sce you are er girl and can sce the fine points in it quicker than that bunch of icicles I have heen trying to explain it to all day until my mind is a shambles. The trouble with the country is there’s too much wheat.” “Isn't it terrible?” I rejoined. “And with all this humidity, too— Vheat, w-h-e-a-t,” the Senator sai stuff they shoot out of guns. There is too much of it in the country.” “Oh, wheat!" I rejoined. ad ought to get it out of the country right a “Didn't I say you were a smart girl? Senator said. ‘That is the ve idea that I ind my wheat-growing colleagues have worked out. Get it out of the country! But how? ask the shrewd bankers—shrewd, ha! The Farm Board's no good.” Yes, isn’t it just terrible?” I rejoined. “Terrible is right,” the Senator said. “I'm you are intelligent enough to agree with ‘ I and my girl friend tried it last August,” I said. “We simply could not eat the stuff.” “I don’t seem to follow you,” said the Sen- ator. “However, I told these banking fish that the solution of the business depression was to get this wheat out of the country. Where should we send it to? they asked. Why, to the very same countries that the lousy Bolsheviks are dumping their surplus in, I replied. Where, I asked them, where is the old-time American scorn of compe- tition? Where is that spirit of the pio neers that has made the U. S. A. forge ahead for one hundred and _ fifty-two years in spite of hardships and dastardly opposition from the Redcoats? “Are we to be slaves to foreign intrigue and religious intolerance? I asked them. No, by the blood shed by Aaron Burr in defense of our state rights, no! The embattled farmers of Boston won those rights for us, and today the em- battled farmers of Topeka will not see them trodden underfoot. A thousand times, NO! I told them. “WV emes’t the bankers just thrilled?” I asked. : “No,” the Senator said. “Now, re- member, all this is just between a very clever girl and I and the Appropriations Committee. You mustn't tell what I have told you.” “I wouldn't think of it,” I rejoined. “Joe, I'd like to have you meet the ex-champion bee-catcher of Maryland.” —E. S. Contino wn comicbooks.com