Judge — September 1933 — page 9: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Judge istress Pepys’ Journal By Baird Leonard OOPERSTOWN, N. Y., August 1.—Awakened at literal crack of dawn by my t . off on } trout-devour- an expedition to sho ch [always sup- I did behold the mm. But to gorge him- ing bittern, a bird wt vosed was poetical uw libre of Sam's etch was back in time with chicken hash in the dining room and then to fileh wh Ihits could from my tray. telling me of a forward and ubiquitous youth who had said, “You don’t mind my calling you by your first name, do whereto. my lord quoth. tell me your last.” Mor had told him of the you: his town for the first time who was or short but not for long. abuzz this mornir an Visit- news that Ed Saunders had made hole in one on the golf link excitement over the practical trophies which are bulletined tor and much ard such a she would be ight be- wh performance, but C greatly aste yond the two cases of Budwei Mr. Buse to their dwelling. All t saic red hey < had personally dispatched x spent with my cozen Florence y so constantly at some errupt 1 peace and a brace game which we do pl und assiduously t pains to be civil to tho and to enjoy which contentment we should really lighthouse keepers. For [am well nigh certain that I neglected to snap up fifteen hundred points on my score 4 s writ ow to spell * ion being curi- je term. terday because some zany who w ing a letter did ask me half of my distrs osity as to his employment of tl To luncheon at He Pegley’s, and whilst driving along lake road I nied an eagle, the first that ever T saw in my life, and when T said as much at the meal, my announcement was ¢ pletely lost in. the exci stas: m- ement, largely superinduced by the hostess, over most of the viands having come from the Pegley garden, a fact of which many ndmen boast when it should more fittingly cause them shame. So I did take some satis on in cut- ting up my lettuce and in refusing corn together, but T did well enough by the cider blended with g hest summer drinks that ever I tasted Ho . finding amateur hust ger ale, one of the betim great company for tea kin swain until she young Amy Wil- it about whe ni in him, which appointmer to be his lack of romance t.” quoth Amy, “I asked him what the new moon and what, Mistre: ak he said? A toena’ UGUST 2.—In a great aX this morning because my book did play me false, having the cover of “Murder at Wrides tents of “The Happy ark” and the con- maxes. And ng me that ud lost seven pounds in two weeks nono pi ww ke ord! dimensions of 4 e et then Midge Benton in, t she and merely box. ibed diet, neith way from the ice- iefer grow into the deshow attraction than asure of eating betwe m T patient with those wl or Stic » the me: Nor chide me han indul my most vehe 1g can spoil n country club for a swim, amazed at t Liv is been made there ot a few iron tables. umbrellas, and whilst we were Pennsylvania's best Midge did tell me of the patient charged from the lunatic asylum who, retor) that no: » wh some o on his way out of the institution, me farmer hauling a load of manure “What are you going to do with he bawled to the driver. “Why.” qu the slightly startled farmer, “we put i on the strawberries.” “That's funny. answered the ex-patient. “We pu su gar and cream 1 vet they say e crazy.” Home neheon, 4 which T ate too many frogs’ legs, ar then to Lucy Stowell’s to play contract with her ancient aunt, who has le Luc or girl is occasionally obliged to sa e her friends to the old woman's e for cards, Aunt Phoebe being type that says “Lots of people would hearts on this hand, but I'm going to pass” and wishes to lower the when th But an on ou or so much money in her will that the gains ternoon at bridge with her fair indication of what hell could be like. I go home full of rasp- berry shrub and fine resolves to lead nobler lives. e game is going so we do comicbooks.com