Judge — June 25, 1932 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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‘Dream Girl” By Stanley Jones We hadn't seen much of youns. Bobby since the winter, when he used to run around with Helen. Now he had his deyree from Yale, and pra lly a whole year’s busi- ness experience behind him. I encountered him one eveniny when we were calling on mutual friends. “Hello there, young low,” said my husband cordially. “Is the world still your apple?” Bobby smiled his frank, disarming smile “I don't know, sir. I’m still trying to remem- ber your advice, when things yet ¢ bit rough.” “What was his advice, Bobby? I inquired. “Well, he used to tell me that a young man had to look out for him- self and not ta too many respon: ckson.” He on broke into his delightful smile. I've been trying to follow his advice.” “Oh,” I said, looking at Jim. So that w what had brought so much distress into our daughter's life. Advice ... I said, “Helen has missed you, Bobby. Why haven't 4 to see her these past few we rome He ran his fingers over his smooth blond head, then looked at me; at once embarrassed and relieved. “Do x The First Salesman in Three Years . ; ‘ ‘ f . . you really want to know, Mrs. Jack- . ‘ te S. ss je son? Mr. Jackson alwa: d it was \ % ° a good thing for a young man to look } Ine things squarely in the face, and not , ~ kid himself, you know.” I nodded, smiling. “Please tell us.” said Bobby, frowning the rug, “I like Helen a a lot—you know that. But Mr. Jack- son got me to thinking, id times are pretty tough. So I've just been looking up a few things.” NM “Well,” and his smile was never ‘ “wh tsa” more disarming, “I’ve been looking BUMBLE BEE—You can't take it, huh? up Mr, Jackson, for ore thing. This 16 comicbooks.com