Judge — January 1936 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Judge Mistress Pepys’ Journal ECEMBER joiced to learn this morning that the S.P.C.A. has found my little dog Fafnir, his absence for two days having driven me well nigh out of mind, which [ am sure Commissioner Valentine thought I was when I tried to enlist his direct aid in coun- seling his entire force of patrolmen to be on the lookout, but Detective Kleber of the 67th Street Precinct did know my anguish and did exert himself to the utmost in the district where Faffy was lost. And albeit Faffy has a broken leg, I am told that he will soon be whole again. Lord! I have spent the better part of three days on the telephone, so that when it rang a moment ago and a woman asked “What are you playing tonight?” I did answer “Bridge!” mighty snap- pily, for I am weary of our number's being mistaken for that of Proctor’s theatre, especially when Sam and I are eating our dinner. did I derive much comfort from discovering t my hair has broken off badly from const Marceling, and T am almost minded to plaster it back behind my ears or get a wig and wear it . for I do hold that s in life when a 1.—Greatly — re- shamele a time c woman can do about exactly as she pleases to s: li trouble and discomfort, and I had almost liefer have my face look like 1 map than be obliged to rub it con- stantly with cold creams, al- beit Elizabeth Arden and ave he a TOs Helena = Rubinstein would ubtless think they could hale me into court for such a statement. But I am firmly resolved henceforth to carry only large handkerchiefs such as my grandmother did use, even though I may not be able to find any with the fine linen and wide hems which hers had. Three cro luncheon, giving them oysters, squabs, salad, and a souffle, and we fell afterwards to bridge, I mighty pleased to gain eleven dollars And Marge Boothby did tell how an acquaintance of hers had last summer slipped her pearls into the pocket of her bath- ing suit and forgotten about them, the servants afterwards putting the garment through a wringer—the worst yarn | have heard since the one of John Stuart Mill's hous: who threw into the fire Carlyle’s only manuscript of French Revolution.” es for ECEMBER 2.—On the telephone early to Nowell, and I did ask him to hold on whilst I closed a window for- much as the traffic deafened me, so he did ask me to wait for him to do the same thing, but [ could not imagine what By Baird Leonard “Attention all cars—a woman hit her husband in the head with a hatchet at 4th & Vine—that’s all.” din could be around a Long Island house which is over a mile from its gates, and he confided that it was the airplanes. Greatly distressed today to learn that the new Hollandaise sauce in jars, long one of the dreams of my life, is no better than it should be, which is perfect. o now the old struggle with Katie will have to go on, every time we have broccoli or artichokes. And when I did tell her as much, she wanted to know if we're going to have elevator pears, and IT was minded of the first time I ever tasted an avocado, which was in Honolulu, and was so taken th them that I sneaked down to the dinin; in the ght and filched a few from the console, carried them back to my room and ate them with a shoe-horn, Reading in izabeth Thomas’s new book “Ladies, Lovers, and Other People,” finding it fascinating, in especial the cha old “Morning Telegraph,” and then off to a d came upon a sealskin muff which also made purse, and I could have resisted buying it than 1 FO. ni ater on the per’s and zipper » more could have pil albeit the 1 + on the morning post should ted an airship, Ns which came have caused me to stop and count a hundred. Never have I possessed anything which gave me so much jc since the little ermine tippet which was on my sixth Christmas tree. 7 NRAGED when I reached home that it had come on to a fine drizzle, with the window-cleaner gone only an hour beforehand, and I could not but think that if the far- mers who pray for rain would only wash their win- dows, there would never be any droughts. To the chaise- lounge with my portfolio in the hopes of composing verse but T could think of naught except: Do not slip, Do not trip. Careful how you scrub, Many smarter folks than you Were crippled in their tub Cousin Nell badly fell From standing on one leg; Exercise a little care, And be a long-lived egg! So abandoned the business for A. E. W. Mason’s “They Wouldn't Be Chessmen,” and was soon glad that I had ex- changed work for play. Sam home with news that poor Jim Mitchell is off the wagon again, and [ did threaten him with divorce if he brought him to this house, forasmuch it seems like yesterday that he obliged us to have most of the lamps mended. comicbooks.com