Judge — April 23, 1932 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE The Show-Offs “MI daddy’s business lost thirt thousand dollars last year.” “What's that to brag about? M daddy's business lost over fifty tho “Didn't!” “Did!” “How do you know?” “I heard daddy telling mother the other night when they thought | was asleep.” “Well, we let the cook and yar- dener go.” “My mother discharged the maid.” “My dad traded the big car in for a little roadster.” “We haven't got any car now alll ‘You have so!” “What do you want to bet ha “ “Oh yeah? Well, I'll tell you some thing. My daddy makes his own gin now. I heard him tell the bootlegger to stop coming around.” “My daddy doesn’t even—say, her comes Tommy Jennings.” “What about it?) I ain't afraid him “Well, who is? But I heard mother say that his daddy's business made « fit last year. We don't want to be seen with a kid like that!” “We can't find where went Clem—let’s find where he started from!” Modern American Tragedy Wit bowed shoulders Homer Smith entered his house. His dragging feet scuffed their way through the front hall and into the kitchen where his wife was preparing the evening meal. The smile faded from Mrs. Smith's face as she noted the woebegone appearance of her better half. “Homer!” she cried. Slumping into a chair, Homer Smith stared straight ahead with dead eyes. “Tell me, darling,” pleaded his wife. She came over to Homer and lifted his chin in her hand. Homer Smith moistened his lips with his tongue. “The worst,” he said dismally, “has happened.” “No?” cried Mrs. Smith aghast. “Yes,” said Homer. “This afternoon just before quitting time the boss called me in and gave me the business.” “Gosh, Mike, th’ poor feller ain't got a cent! Hoove DAVE Murray oughta do somethiw!” a] comicbooks.com