Judge — January 1935 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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The Last Note E WERE sitting in the library W when I told Harry of my ap- proaching marriage. “Indee 4,” he drawled. “Have a e was something in Harry's tone that irritated me. I had a brandy, how- ever, and took a deep pull at my pipe: “TL once met a real woman,” he jerked “A real woman. She loved me. all do. Her love was worth hav- ing—pure gold, hall-marked, stamped on every link. Not like these modern creatures who love a man a little and his cash a lot. “It was twenty years ago when T met Camille. A little slim thing, all blue and hair black as a crow—or a isn’t it? She came to teach me eyes raven, piano. Sweet, demure. . . Bless Harry stopped to light a pipe Well?” T prompted. " grunted Harry, | his face clouding. “She was mine for the asking. T. . . let her down. Listen “Camille used to come twice a week to tutor me at the piano. We used to hold each other's hands and speak with our eyes, while T gave the keys an occ: sional jab to deceive the old man wor' ing in his study, It took me a long time hefore IT could persuade him to allow me to have the lessons. Told me I was wasting my money. Anyw: I pre- vailed, and Camille came twice a week. | Days of heavenly bliss, man. T dream | of ’em now. I didn't marry Camille. No; but I'll always remain true to hi I feel I couldn't ever think of any of woman when I have the memory of my e's beautiful disposition and utter ated her bad! She was wild Women always are, for that But Camille's was a while love. “I wrote to her and told her that | wasn't rich as everyone thought. [ told her T offered what to her would be the biggest treasure—myself. ‘Write to me, my love,’ [ instructed her, ‘and thus | show me all that you feel for me . think of me... want of me. If you afraid to share poverty for some years, do not re; ew Camille cared out me. tter, worth. | Harry stopped ultantly “[ knew that she would not fail. She loved me for myself. Nothing mercenary and breathed ex- about Camille. Money to her meant | nothing. It was Harry she wanted Harry came... “Then why didn't you—” I began. “Why did T not marry her, having | she worshiped. The letter the letter which meant so much... which came hastening to me by the very next post from her dear fingers? You will loathe me when I tell you. I | (Nest page, please) } Vivacious little Toby Wing, Paramount feature player, and S. J. Perelman, fi mous humorist now writing for Para- mount, hoth vote for the Hawaiian “Here's How” made with one-third of a glass of DOLE Pineapple Juice, a dash of cider and seltzer and ice. “* Here’s How!” says Wing to Pereliiian All over the country they are taking up the new Hawaiian “ Here’s How” based on one-third DOLE Pineapple Juice to each long tall glass, seltzer water, ice, plus the infinite variety of other fruits and fruit juices added to your own taste. Pure, unsweetened DOLE Pineapple Juice, vacuum-packed, makes the perfect " Here’s How.” Order a dozen cans from your grocer today. eee PICON POMPIER (French Style) 1 bar glass Amer Picon | Grenadine to taste Sice cubes Play A Tune | In 1O Minutes _<@ | On your Spantsh Guitar, Uke, Tenor Ranjo, Mandolinor Hanjo Mandolin’ No knowl 4 every Ez Payer. Start Se opalag tunes “by nuinte igsk at tho. reel Be" the life of the party center of attraction Don't wait, Write t Bree Trial Offer and JUDGE PAYS $10 For each Cross Word Puzzle accepted from its readers 2 FRANK'S ALL ALONE aotew The same old place The same old gang But the checks are much, much smaller. 318 W. 45th St New York City (Formerly Frank & Jack's) comicbooks.com