Judge — June 1938 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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In Those Happy Days to Come ab URRY up, dear, or we'll miss the rocket,” said Mrs. Jenks, peering out of the window of their cubicle on the nineteen hundredth floor at the swarm of interplanetary traffic. “Is it my fault I'm late?” grumbled her husband, struggling into his oxygen suit. “They're always keeping me over- time at the office. Noon, we're supposed to get off; but it’s nearer one o'clock, almost every day.” He felt very imposed upon. “Is the rocket in yet?" he asked. “T can't see,” said Mrs. Jenks. “One of the television tubes must have burnt out.” “I knew it! It never fails!” “Junior can fix it in a minute.” “We haven't time, Come on,” Mr. Jenks. The family of three stepped into the communication chute and slid quickly down to the street level, where they hailed an air taxi for the hop to the Planet Station. “Young man,” said Mr. Jenks seek- ing a butt for his outraged feelings, “your school work seems to be getting said worse all the time. port!” “I know, Dad, but gee whiz! We have to study the worst tripe! All they ever give us is that darn classical stuff like Mickey Mouse and The Three Lit- tle Pigs all the time! Gosh!” “Just the same, they're classics, and you've got to know them, or you won't be educated.” Deep inside himself Mr. Jenks ap- preciated the boy's suffering. He had had to go through the same mill. He remembered the time he flunked Amer- ican Culture B3 and was forced to stay after school and sit through Donald Duck twice. . . . But here they were at the Planet Station. “Three for Mars,” said Mr. Jenks at the ticket kiosk. “How soon does she come in?” “Just left," said the clerk, yawning. “Just left?" echoed Mr. Jenks. “Well, when's the next one?” "3:12," said the clerk. “Not till then? Forty minutes?” stormed Mr. Jenks. “I won't wait! It's ridiculous! This company gives the worst service I ever heard of!” Look at this re. “Now, Harry, don’t be so impatient.” “Say, Dad, as long as we've missed the rocket, how about going over to Mesopotamia and watching the war for a while?” “War, war," grumbled Mr. Jenks. “That's all you youngsters think about.” Mrs. Jenks smiled to herself. “Let him see it if he wants to,” she said aloud. “You used to go, all the time, when we were first engaged.” “Never! I don’t know what this gen- eration is coming to, I really don’t. War, no less! At three dollars a seat! Now, when I was a boy I remember—" He broke off hastily, fearing to com- mit himself. Ah, though, he thought: those days in 2450, when he was sin- gle. . . . Oxygen was only ten cents a cubic foot then. You could live for al- most nothing... . And his first trip to Jupiter, that Sunday! And the old- fashioned cubicles of Little Old New York, where he had lived! Scarce five thousand feet up, they were. Those were the good old days! “AIL right,” he said. “We'll go to Mesopotamia.” —NorMan R. JAFFRAY. E LINE= ° GJ SAIL EVERY FRIDAY FROM NEW YORK 16 DAYS trom $285. INCLUDING OUTSIDE ROOM WITH PRIVATE BATH in the splendid Grace Liners SANTA ROSA SANTA PAULA SANTA ELENA * Dining rooms, high up in the ship, with wide case- ment windows, open directly onto promenade decks. Ceilings roll back so you may dine under the stars. %* Outdoor Tiled Swimming Pools * All outside rooms, each with private fresh water bath * Dorothy Gray Beauty Salons * Pre-release talkies * Eight ports, permitting visits to 15 cities * Shore trips, at slight extra cost, including 2-day, 160 mile auto trip thru Venezuela, and full day at Panama Canal with opportunity to see Gatun Locks, * No passports required. Also 31 and 38 Day Cruises to PANAMA, COLOMBIA, ECUADOR, PERU, CHILE and ‘Round South America Cruise-Tours. Weekly sailings from New York GRACE LIN Ee 628 Fifth Ave. (Rockefeller Center) or 10 Hanover Square, New York Boston Pittsburgh Washington, D. C. New Orleans Son Francisco Los Angeles Chicogo Seattle comicbooks.com