Judge — April 1934 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Judge It’s Hod ' By Chet HE brakes behaved elegantly and I missed him by an inch or two. It was Pat McHogan, the big sand, cement, brick and mortar man of our town. He tottered to the curb, “Hurt, Pat? No,” he been your seem to s uid. vult, “Wouldn't anyhow. [can’t think or walk stra . Algerian blue! ... Mauve! ... Chinese dawn! Boy, I guess I can't take it . “Steady n the trouble k,” he began, jitterish-like, “I « » Ceramics!” have y more “What's I begged. .» Pink bricks! . Ecru bricks! yw sort of solid and de- Well, they're pendable they've ‘adorable for words, “Let's “Sur know he agreed, “Why nc Mrs. Mortonritz, the wealthy old girl up on the Heights? She called me up this morning and said to hurry over. T went. As soon as T walked fo Believe Johnson in she flashed It said brick pastel shade Sab ++. Fawn bricks! ... “Seems to me I too.” “Mmmmm ritz a magazine clipping. now are being made in blue bricks! ggawd !” that article, «+. Well, Mrs, been talking to building a new hous Morton- has me about Now she’s all a-twitter over these new bricks. ‘Pat,’ she said, ‘I think it’s a darling i I want the main part in coque and magenta bricks and the east wing Maybe chrysop! or reseda and then, again, perhay mignonette or Afghanistan aquama- rine would be nicer, What do you think?” “And what did you think “Plenty. But she kept right ‘And wouldn't it look duck chimney was yellow, like anopsia, s n, fulvescent t delightful Riviera topaz! for the west v out even off in green bricks. on: if one or e ’ she went on, with- me any stimulant in midnight blu pore Sut or Alice blue!” Say. what would the boys down at my yard hit me wit Maris GD. HT if I'd walk in and tell "em to turn out a couple thousand Alice blue bricks?” “A brick, probably.” “A dozen,” corrected Pat, “And I wouldn't blame ’em, cither. I was pretty dizzy, but she didn’t slow up. ow, Pat.’ she said, ‘What shall we glue all these beautiful bricks together with... Lasked her if she meant mortar. She said she dinary mortar will do? Mrs. Morton- [ said... . ‘Oh no!’ she gurgled. ‘LT wouldn't want to use that messy stuff with such cutey bricks! We must have something special, something that blends with the motif!’ “Well, we argued for nearly half an hour. She simply would not let me specify ordinary mortar. At last, aiter deep thinking, she cried: ‘I know, Pat! Oh, it will be just the ng T can just see it now! Such a beautiful, light, fluffy color! And such marvelous texture! I saw it over at Mrs. Twitherly’s tea the other (Page 28, please) essed so. ‘Or- comicbooks.com