Judge — October 1933 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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Judge Msstress Pepys’ Journal By Baird Leonard OOPERSTOWYN, N. Y., Septem- ber 1.—Lay late, after being waked by the alarm which my husband, poor wretch, does set in order to enjoy his subsequent slumber more decply, an indulgence which I do consider saner grounds for divorce than those al- lowed by the state statutes. So pon- dered this and that, in especial how so many persons misuse “apt” and “liable” for - “likely,” and “less” for “fewer,” how one should never go to facial _masseuses or economize on laundry, that my conception of heaven is a place where there is card- playing in the morning, and that no cake is good which is not slightly soggy. Then a fine breakfast of nec- tarines and French toast, and so to the journals, reading sorrowfully how a poor woman who had tried to drown herself in the East River had been thwarted in her attempt by the arrival of a hopeless busybody. Greatly astonished, too, by the pictorial prophecy that the autumn hats are to be more ridiculous than ever, albeit it does not concern me, as I shall still cling to the two models of my life- stime, the turban, and the moderate brim which turns up in back. Arose at last, did on my new blue arid white print with the lace stripe, and down to sew at the Red Cross headquarters, where they set me to hemming dia- pers, a useful occupation if somewhat elementary and unintellectual. But, like the ancient Greek who, when ap- pointed public scavenger by his polit- ical enemies, did say that if the office reflected no credit on him he would strive to reflect credit on it, I did straighteft the ill cut rectangles of bird’seye by the laborious pulling of threads before ever I put a needle into them, so that if any future indi- gent urchins of Otsego County are knock-kneed or bow-legged, the fault will not be mine. Moreover, I did pick up several items of information, such as Lucy Pegley’s actual age, and that Billie Fanshawe missed Balbo’s flight over the village because she thought the noise was nought but little Johnny Logan on the lake in his outboard motor and therefore did not trouble herself to go outdoors and scan the skies. And one woman who lives much in London did tell us how the British consider the great Ameri- can gesture to be the smoothing down of our clothes over our hips when- ever we rise from a chair. A great company for luncheon, at which the salad was of Japanese lettuce, a stalky green which could, methinks, afford satisfaction only to those insatiable on novelty. Most of the afternoon gone in trying my frocks on Samuel, to equip him for the mixed doubles in which the men are to appear as girls « (Page 23, please) Mouse—Oh, so you can't take it, eh? 15 comicbooks.com