Judge — January 1935 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Judge Mistress Pepys’ Journal By Baird Leonard ECEMBER 1.—Most of the morn- ing gone in clean ctory busin ded by reading and regarding items and artic whose existence I had f the account of my funeral to my own cl when I did come upon n sea dreary but sa albeit somewhat dee in my persi rgotten, f great grandiather’s risten ng robe, and first bootees and my first kid gloves I was in a state so dubious between mirth and tears that my Emelie was at some pains not to ad- amateurs had sent me to criticize and minister a restorative. Moreover, I did possib et hypodermics and cautioned Sam and sell for them, an injustice so me to be watchful of her if she drops find a picture of myself with a long — palpable that I did throw them away in — dead in the streets. But Samuel has al- pigtail tipped by a great ribbon bow, disgust. So pondering a bit on what ways s. that he more expects to be and when I did show it to Samuel Molasses and January, my favorite called upon to bail Marge out of some admonished me not to exhibit i blackf. comedians had defined as difficulty which she has encountered forasmuch as it would o technique, “the accomplishment of the through the generosity me, whereupon [ b, impossible with utmost difficulty,” than I am, to be quiet, or then did on my new claret velvet, ing a quarter to a mendicant, will ask display the ribbon band which I had out to lunch with Marge Boothby, who him if it is really true that he own: found on one of his boyhood caps, and confided that she does not think she has — apartment houses in Brooklyn. Out this which bore the political slogan “Me- diabetes at all had been told her by — afternoon w my lottery book for the Kinley and Hobart.” I did also un- two or three specialists, and the poor old peoples’ home of Otsego County, earth some plays and manuscripts w! wretch has thrown away her insulinand and found everybody willing to punch a girl's name and pay whatever was in- nce no number was higher of her nature, he type, when giv- foreasmuch as she is jar, and the prize in ¢. five hundred. And Al Riley, one of our hall men, told my Katie t might as well throw away t vouchers she ad received, fc he was proverbially lucky on chances, and therefore the turkey hash we had for dinner was not what it might have been otherwi ECEM 2.—Early to Westbury by motor, so that Sam could join ZR in the shooting of crows, which has been a subsidiary pastime before the cohorts depart for Aiken and Thomas- ville, and little Miney Page arrived with all her equipment except her gun, but she had a story about e two men who were boasting of their firearms to a beater, One's rifle was adorned with silver plaques attesting its ancestry and former ownership. The other's was di tinguished by golden bands and various “ . . devices which proved that it was of an T want to settle an argument—Is this a genuine Rembrandt age and service extremely above the or- or isn’t it?” (Page 31, please) <4 SCREENER comicbooks.com