Judge — December 1934 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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| Judge Christmas Eve BNER MEANS was made of stern A Puritan stuff. True, he lived in the city—the modern apartment house in which he lived was a sharp contrast to the New England farmhouse of his birth—but his principles, conscience, and viewpoint had not changed. He stood now, harsh and unbending, barring the entrance of his apartment. ¢ him stood his erring daughter, gz to be taken i as Christmas Eve and outside the snow and the cutting wind had driven all traffic from the streets. But there was no pity in the eyes of Abner Means as he gazed at Prudence, once the flower of his heart, now a trampled blossom. “Surely, Abner,” sobbed his wife, “you wouldn't turn our daughter out into the streets to freeze on a night like this?” “L must, Mary,” replied Abner. “It is my duty, She wears no wedding ring Sut think, Abner. She was only an innocent girl, What did she know of the wicked world? For my , let her stay with us tonight.” Abner was no longer able to resist the tears and pleading of his wife and daughter, for at heart he loved them both. He threw the door of his apart- ment wide open. “Come in then, come in, my daugh- ter,” he cried, his voice trembling with emotion. “Come in, and we'll all freeze together! PERSON who could see nothing but gloom and disaster for the future used to be called a crepehanger ; now we call him a Republican. “My dear, no special signals are allowed.” band a dirty look if 1 wish?” “Can't I give my hus- 13 “But, Henry dear, did you expect us to freeze while we were waiting for Santa Claus?” Wonder Age modern marvels be forgotten We must append this little note: That last Spring's field of budding cotton Is this Fall's all-wool overcoat. “You and your wife patch up your quarrels yet?” “We don't patch ’em up. We get new ones.” “So you had an uncle who died re- fusing to desert his post at the radio? Was he drowned?” “No—someone threw a brick through the window!” Mussolini doesn't believe parents should raise their soldiers to be boys, And the kind of wife we're looking for is one who can sew. The kind you give a handful of buttons to Here; sew some shirts on the It must be great, being a grizzly bear. Imagine-going to sleep for the winter, waking up, thinking it’s half-past May, then looking at the calendar and learn- ing it’s only quarter to April. comicbooks.com |