Judge — July 1935 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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A month ago —I remember because it was the day I'd run into Mrs. Wormbottom and she said they were going to Europe and we ought to come along. I remember I was tell- ing Mr. Todpotter about it riding down in the el ‘or, when suddenly he start- ed talking violently. When we got out he stopped, but in an elevator in a store he got the same way again. And after- wards, just as soon as we'd get into one anywhere, he’d start right in. I would never answer back in the elevators on nt of the people—I'd wait till we were out of them, but just the instant we'd get out and I'd be ready to argue back good and plenty, he wouldn’t have another word to say. Wasn't that queer ? So I told him he'd have to be psycho- analyzed, and it’s a good thing he is being, because he’s been getting worse and worse.” ITH impressive conviction, Dr. Purty elucidated to Mrs. Tod- potter, “Madam, at some time in his past, your husband has been thwarted in an attempt to gain an end—in an cleva- tor. This frustration, eclipsed from memory, has been nurtured by the sub- conscious and now has sprung upon its protector. From the intricacies of the subsconcious I shall extract the truth.” He kicked Mr. Todpotter on the shins to attract his attention. “Say ‘ah.’ No, no, that’s wrong. I mean just a the first thing you think of. High “Ho,” replied Mr. Todpotter. “Pudding.” Dr. Purty’s distinguished countenance showed severe disappointment. “Let's tell stories,” proposed Mr. Tod- potter, to cheer him. “When I was a little boy, a very funny thing happened. A little girl and I used to ride in a dumbwaiter. One of us would crawl in and the other would stay in the base- ment and push the buttons. One day I sent her up and wouldn't bring her down till she promised to kiss me—” Excitement grappled with Dr. Purty professional decorum. “Did she? Did she kiss you?” “No.” Mr. Todpotter brooded sadly. “T sat on her neck to make her do it, but she still wouldn't.” 26 The doctor settled back in his chair complacently. “There's your solution.” Mr. Todpotter went back to his book. His wife queried anxiously, “But doc- tor, what should he do?” Tell have to figure 1 Dr. Purty. “He's getting paid is, not me. No, that isn’t right—' pped his fingers sheepish! get mixed up.” His countenance re- turned. “Five hundred dollars, please.” “He doesn’t know what I should do,” taunted Mr. Todpotter, edging to the door. His wife grasped his coattails. “Of course I know,” retorted Dr. Pur- ty. “Stay out of draughts—no, that’s something else.” He frowned in con- centration. “Why, it’s simple. Just get somebody up in’ something and make them do something you want them to. Then you'll get over the complex.” “Would on something do?” questioned Mr. Todpotter, his gaze focusing with purpose. “Certainly, certainly, doctor impatiently, “on anything you like.” He frowned at his watch. “A quarter to six. I daresay I shall be the last to leave the building this evening.” He eyed Mr. Todpotter's pockets sig- nificantly. Mr, Todpotter wrote a check. “Thank you,” acknowledged the doctor, “and good day.” “I want to borrow a book on the sub- conscious,” said Mr. Todpotter. “You have got me interested in it nov “My books on the subconscious,” nounced Dr. Purty with acute annoy- ance, “are on that top shelf.” “You climb that ladder yourself, Tim- othy,” said Mrs. Todpotter, “if you want a book. The doctor’s tired.” “I wouldn't know what to pick out,” countered Mr. Todpotter, ‘and besides, I get dizzy up high.” “So do I,” shivered Mrs. Todpotter. “I'd be scared to death even up on this desk.” Mr. Todpotter sat wistfully while the doctor glared at his watch. Muttering, the latter ascended the ladder providing access to his ceiling-high library. Mr. Todpotter removed the ladder. The doc- tor clung to the top shelf, unable to find a purchase for his toes beside his for- midable tomes. After brief interchange with his patient, however, he was able to drop the check he had lately re- ceived. Mr. Todpotter replaced the ladder at the other end of the shelves. “Thank you,” he said respectfully, “and good da that out,” responded the pro- i v THE elevator outside the doctor's office, Mrs. Todpotter peered at her husband in furtive solicitude. down, Mr. Te‘potter abruptly snarled a rhetorical inquiry. “So we're going (Page 28, please) Halfway