Judge — May 14, 1932 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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Seaweed in His Hair » GRAHAM had been lookiny ter- ribly of late. “What, Ed?” I ed neatly, hop- ing to pour maple syrup over his ruffles, “Is eating you?” He broke down, “Jr., I haven't been to bed for nights. No, not night club trouble. I've been sitting up with a sick goupy.” “Beg poddon ““‘Goupy !"—She’s been running a tempe re ever since the young- sters came—38 of them. I pulled her back to normal, nursed the brats thru, when somehow that darned newt got his toe bit off by a sallie. I've had a real job keeping his spir up. Poor Stumpy—lI've yot to hurry back to give him a shot of merchurochrom And before I had a chance to give him Why Where and Whatinhell he was off in a cloud. The mystery of goupy deepenin and hoping I could be of some ass! ance, that night I skittered over to the Graham Menage, always known for its keen fun, gay frolic and aban- don, That is, nice, clean abandon, not the other kind. you know, JUDGE lives in a huve pile of games out on Lony Island. As soon as I got there I something was very wrong. I knew was led into the drawing room and intro- duced to a roomful of guests. They sereeted me in shrouded tones. I sat down and shrunk into the gloom, catching at delicate scraps of con- verse such as—‘and the maid opened the some air blew in and 67 of his favorite lebistes redicu- latus passed on. When he sot home and learned about it, he did, too. It was awful.” And “—it was a ter- rible tragedy. The father got loose, und ate his entire nily, 128 of them. Oedipus complex, you know.” A few dozen earfuls of this tender whimsey, needless to say, left me feeling ve toe-dancerish not to mention punchdrunk, What was it all about? I was self-quizzing my- self when in tiptoed a nurse in full battle order looking very subdued. As a man, the room rose tautly. As au oman the whispered hoarsely “How is she? window, The nurse said: “We'll know in a few minutes. You must be very quiet.” With which she closed all the windows, threw a log into the grate and spun on the ra was a warm spring rustled out saying “We've keep her warm.” For the next fifteen minutes we just sat around looking into the infi- nite, thinking about the clayness of it all. We licked dry lips and mopped up the vats of perspire that sluiced down our collars. The heat was working. Some of us beyan to pull off things. Before this sot out of hand, the nurse suddenly reappeared, and said, “It's all over now. Com We fol- lowed her into a room, all dim and hushed: the sick room, I supposed. The sat Ed, and [ was never sor- rier for anyone in all my life. He sat distrait and drawn, watchin with leaden eyes—a yoldfish bowl, swathed in wrappings. Broken reedily, he choked “She made a yood fight, but the relapse WHATS EATING You? ~HAVE ALL YouR RELATWES DIED LENING YoU CiGAR Courons? \VE BEEN 7 SITTING UP (NITH A SICK GouPy! comicbooks.com