Judge — July 1935 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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Judge “It’s a Living” By Han Ley “pie hour to come home to dinner on my bridge night,” buzzed Mrs. Cohen. jot traffic jam again I suppose?” “No,” replied Mr. Cohen. of fact I friend on telling me a story—a story about into a fatter met a who insisted two old cronies who hadn't seen each other for years and met again by chance on Delancey Street. So (Cl oes “Did you look up that ad about a summer bungalow ?” Listen, so, after inquiring about each other's health and so forth, one asked the other. ‘You had three sons didn’t you, Jake? How are they do- ing? Let , one of them was named Abraham wasn't he?" “You know we should want a bungalow without any guest this summer.” “Yes [ know, but listen. So Jake ‘Well UM tell you. Abraham is now Abercrombie and he's a doc- tor. Has an office on Park Avenue. Just for a visit, twenty-five dollars! And if he has to visit y hundred dollars, No less. kind of a doctor he is!’ me se room says, So the old friend then asks about the other son Solomon, ‘Well I'll tell you,’ answers Jake. ‘Solomon is now Fitch and he’s a lawyer; he’s got a swell office on Sroadway. Just for two minutes of STAMPS “I'm sendin’ my laundry home for Mom to do—She thinks ’'m still in school.” his time to give you advice, it’s fifty dollars; and if he has to go to court, it’s three hundred dollars ... no less! That's the kind of a lawyer he is.’ So then the old friend asked g 6“ VD another thing the bungalow should have screens, remember, “Hot dog! She’s reaching for that big bottle of Bromo!” ‘ai in the summer is mosquitoes and ow, I know, but do you want that I should finish the story or not?" “Yes, sure, I'm a woman that wants to know but just the same a bunga- low should be a place you could see a tree out of the window or maybe a little bit of the ocean, not just to sit on the porch and look at another bungalow.” “All right. Now here, so then the other fellow, the friend of Jake remember? asks, ‘And Sammy you had another son Sammy, didn’t you?’ Yes,’ says Jake, ‘and Tl tell you about him. Sammy is still Sammy and he'll always be Sammy. He's a tailor, and he'll al- ways be a tailor, He makes twenty-five dollars a week, and just between you and me if it wasn’t for him we'd ALL starve to death!’” “Another thing when you take the bungalow make sure there’s water in it, not like last year I had to carry water every time from outside... oh! ex- cuse me, go on with your story.” comichooks.