Judge — February 20, 1932 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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“Lemme alone officer—1 bridge and I'm gonna take it home.” Dead Wood The Democrats seem to have alto- ther too much presidential timber of » he'd-be-a-good-candidate-but type. The latest loud speakers do not look like loud speakers, says a radio mi zine. But the trouble is they still sound like them, “What's the big idea?” JUDGE “GO NORTH, YOUNG WOMAN!” to talk we time,” £ oti, Pve been w M with vou all for a lo said Virginia Lee Clayton, “What is it, honey? “Mother, you're a sweet darling and all that, but you aren't doing to help me socially. Folks up > hardly pay any attention to me a the girls at school treat me just as if I came from Pennsylvania or Ohio. It's because Em handicapped by. the way we're living.” “Why, Virginia Lee Clayton! No girl in the world could ask for a finer home than yours. [t's modern, has every convenience, When you're home from school, Lena gives you half of her time as your personal maid.’ “That's just it, mother, When my Northern friends ask me to describe my old plantation estend T have to tell them that we all live ina duplex apartment on the twenty-second floor of an apartment hotel. An awfully sweet girl from Va asked me if she could come down to visit us over the “Sorry to disturb you, sir. “I losht m'’key in the snow, and I’m waiting for Spring.” .. but the ship is sinkin Raster holidays. and I'm just ashamed to bring her to all this. It would be a terrible disappointment.” “But. my dear child-—" t's not all, cither. I know Lena pod » but she’s far from being an old-time colored niny. TD can't very well tell them that To was born in a fireproof hospital and that a Ger- an cook brought me up. It doesn’t get you anywere to come from the South and not have a good old mammy to talk about. It’s just not blue- blooded.” But certainly, dear, you have many things to be proud of- life, loving parents “You don’t understand, mother. How could [ ever introduce my class mates to father? Father looks like a New York business man. He doesn't lean on a cane, his hair isn’t white; he never wears flowing Windsor ties or long grey coats. And he hasn't tasted a mint julep in all his life!” fine home comicbooks.com