Judge — November 1932 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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n HIGH HAT (Continued from page 14) So I got more and more confused —I'd come for a little justice and look what I'd got—and I called their attention to the Be Courtesy mottoes that hung over their lovely ivory domes. And before I knew it I had been clapped into the first patrol wagon I've yet graced (don’t boast, young man, don’t boast) and was on my way to Jefferson Market Court, charged with disorderly conduct. see, talked back to a policeman! I was thrown into a cell, bless my | murderous bones, and after a while was hauled out and brought in front of a magistrate, who sat before a | huge American flag with a picture of Jimmie Walker pinned to it. I liked the touch and knew I was among friends. The magistrate immediately saw I had, you | my side of the case and to prove it, | cried, “Take him away to jail.” His point was that I had dared protect myself against the hurt feelings of a sensitive copper and ought to be given a little time to think over the laws of bullfighting from a quiet cell. They took me away to jail, men, the way they do in the movies. Only no one rushed in and cried “Just a minute, Your Honor. I have a con- fession to make. Judge Jr. did not kill old Jasper Beanbag. I did and | by God I'd do it over again!” No, they led me away with the blonde (who had somehow remained unarrested) weeping. So go the martyrs to jail, with the law sneer- ing and one lonely blonde weeping. They threw me in a cell to rot and I might have done so had not I been joined by Abie Cohen, a street cap- italist who had been arrested for bal- loon peddling outside of the Penn. Sta. without a license. He had fol- lowed me before the magistrate and, altho he had earned but 95c that day, the law had fined him $2 or two day He was taking the two days. He told me His Honor had been burned up about something and had been excessively harsh. I understood im- mediately. His Honor was smarting at my attempts to fight bulls and had taken out his terrific indignation on poor Abie Cohen. So I assumed Cohen's guilt and handed him his fine advising him to scram. Curiously Cohen didn’t scram. I asked him why. He said “Say it’s raining outside, and we're going down to the Tombs soon. I'll pay the fine down there. I’ve got a date downtown so I think I'll get a free ride down in the wagon!” (Continued on page 29) still | | escaes He is calling You! You are likely to think of the tele- phone from your individual point of view, as a convenience, as a ne- cessity, as a means of transmitting to others your own thoughts and your own desires. Bat your telephone is of equal impor tance to those who wish to get in \ouch with you. Right now as you are reading, someone, somewhere, may be calling you. It may be merely a friendly greet- ing ... or news of importance to change the course of your life. “Have dinner with us tomorrow.”. The greater part of social goings and comings are maintained by telephone. “Come quickly! You are needed.”. . . In crises and emergencies the telephone is indispensable. “That contract is en- tirely satisfactory.”. . . Wheels of indus- try move in direct response to messages received by telephone. In a moment your telephone may It may be a call from across the street, across the continent, across the sea. As you receive this message, of vital impor- tance or mere daily detail, you share in the benefits of the great chain of com- munication which links up the activit of the world. AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY A full FOR HIM— A better Golf Game— A score 5 to 8 strokes lower than average— A drive 7 to 12 yds. longer. second reaches a 400 yd. green. One dozen new construction SILVER KINGS with built in PATE} D DISTANCE $7.80 per doz, at your pro or dealer. shot that John Wanamaker—New York—Sole Distributors comicbooks.com