Judge — April 23, 1932 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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a THE WORM, in: Lam a law-abiding citizen. I work nights and it's usually about 5 am. when | start counting sheep nd always about four hours later when some lame-brained motorist wheels up to the front of the ment building where I live, for some one, Well, Xu now, these here Charleys virk their time-payment crates in front of the place and sit on the horn until the right window opens. Then they shout up some slush to eir honey and all the other win- It's quiet then for about ve minutes and it looks like I might drop off, when the beep-beep busi- ness starts up all over again. The ig is telling her to hurry. By this time I'm trying to keep from throw- ng things, meanwhile — thinking there must be a way to stop these dows close. ght then the big idea strikes Night Worker's Revenge. | poke my head out the window d catch the license plate on the The police department ve me owner's name and address and he telephone directory supplies the est. To make the setup complete the weather is cold and nasty About 4 o'clock next mornin; ortably settled in my hut, he phone and call 262, we'll , for It rings and rings and fi a gro voice says, “Wadda ya want?” the com- I pick up cdgewater 000- IT TURNETH “Is this Mr. MeParkin?” r,” he growls. “Are you the owner of a Fronte- nac sport roadster, Illinois 9-888-7 pe ask. license answers, his picking up. “Why?" Well, music to my ears, and I attitude with difficulty. “Were you in front of the Walvern urtments at 8:30 this morn-| I ask. He studies this one over minute and finally admits it. “Is it cold where you're standing now?" IT resume. He could have his| phone ripped out: for the answer I got to this one, but I'm eating it up. Finally he blurts out, “Who in the heck are you and what in the heck do you mean calling me up at this hour of the morning?” “Why,” [answer in a voice like interest this is keep my for a a B. & K. usher showing you to your seat. “I live at the Walvern Arms and I’m just crazy about that horn on your car. It woke me up this morning and I couldn't get it out of | my mind. Could you bring vour car to the phone and toot that horn some mor No! Oh, beep!” I think my idea is perfectly lovel and I don't mind other people us ing it; that’s the kind of a guy I am. Sone H. L.'s column in The Chicago Tribun: I'm so sorry, beep in R. ead es Ever eat a tomato right off the vine that’s HEINZ TOMATO ‘ F you have ever eaten I a big, luscious, ripe tomato right off the vine, you have tasted the rich, garden-fresh flavor that makes Heinz Tomato Juice deliciously different. Perfect red-ripe tomatocs selected from the world’s finest crop—pressed and packed the day they are picked, give Heinz Tomato Juice that match- less, natural, fresh flavor. You get all the food value of the ruddy, fully ripened Heinz tomato atthe height of its scarlet goodness—all of its essential ealth-giving vitamins —even its delicate aroma. Your grocer sells Heinz Tomato Juice in both tin and glass containers. MH. J. HEINZ COMPANY PITTSBURGH, U.S.A.» TORONTO, CAN. LONDON, ENG. HEINZ Tomato Juice comicbooks.com