Judge — May 28, 1932 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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x 1 pees ser Up With the High Hat T was warm and lazy and spring was nonnying into summer and I ntering Fifth Avenue, drag- He was saying piteously: n’t go on. Leave me here to die. You go on and tell them how nobly I died—a victim of exercise!” I said firmly, “Not on your life. I got you out of Tony's after I'd worn out seven Pinkertons finding out which Tony’s you'd hibernated in. If I leave you, you'll duck right back into some other Tony’s and I'll never find you. This walk will save your life. You've spent so many of the last few months in a basement \SHAT IS THAT. WONDERFUL SCENT! WHO ARE THOSE LOVELY “THNGS SLIPPING BY AND LOOKING “THE HER. WAY? you've got a load of underground diseases to shake off. You are, in other words, a speakeasy mole. Do you, for instance, know what that is up there—that’s the sun!” He said feebly “Oh, all right. But the next block I rest. Exercise may be all right but I like it sitting next to a rail, getting racetrack results by special wir But what is that wonderful scent in the air and who are those lovely things slipping by, looking the other way?” I said “That scent is God's per- fume and not something made from JUDGE whale scrapings—it’s spring air. And those wonderful things are women—in street dre: They’re looking the other w: because you look like something ed in a beer garden!” He groaned for ten blo and when I saw he was ng on his heels I let down, finally saying “All right, let’s dally now for a while.” Since it is hard to dally along the streets of New York, M immedi- ately headed for a basement door where he was known. I headed him off and said “Not now. I’m trying to bring you to blossom and you're more SPRING AIR AN’ LONELY WOMEN, You HUSH HALL not going back into the underground life. We'll sit down here and wait for beer.” We sat down in our most imme- diate vicinity, which happened to be the generous steps of St. Patrick’s grand cathedral at 50th Street. We took off our coats, hats, and vests, Jimmy Walker not being around at the moment to shame us sartorially. For a time I watched the crowds loiter by, clear-of the winter’s wor- ries and with their best feet forward. After a while I noticed Mac had stopped puffing so I said, ‘Now that 20 I've gotten you used to good living again you might be interested to know what’s been what in the outer world since you last saw it.” E looked half intelligent, so I began: “There’s been a war: the Laundrymen fought the Butlers, but nobody having been able to tell them apart, the war not having a begin- ning or an ending, nobody knows how it came out except Floyd Gib- bons, so who cares? Walter Winchell had a nervous breakdown and people are beginning to breathe freely again. They split the atom. De- spite the falling off’of subway pas- sengers (about ten million) nobcdy has been able to find a seat, but seats on the Stock Exchange are be- ing given away with ar coupons. The supply of sophomore jokes run- ning low, the tissuepaper mags are breathing hard. However, the Pul- itzer Prize Committee made some strange selections — good _ ones. Jimmy Walker, except for a trip to California to get Mooney out of the clink, stayed pretty close to home, but av from the office. Columbia threw out a babbling editor, then re- instated him, but her crews continue to lose. Then there’s the depression, which is so bad Reno has had to install Western Union divorces to keep its mills going. And of course there’s the Revolution—" “What revolution?” Mac muttered. “The revolution. Nobody knows what it is or how it will start but everybody’s talking about it. And that’s why I’ve got you out today. I want you to lead the Revolution!” id shot-tellingly. He amazed. I said, “Well it’s this way, It's obvious that things can’t go on the way they’ve gone. There’s got to be a change. The only way to get a change is to have a Revolution. The only trouble is that most people advocate the wrong kind of revolu- tion. They want a revolution that will do away with everything, and comicbooks.com