Judge — July 1938 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Be raucous In caucus, Convention, and street, Use screeches For speeches Delivered with heat. Spill oceans Of notions And torrents of schemes For quickly And slickly Fulfilling men’s dreams. Keep pleading That bleeding The thrifty makes sense, 14 “Tuere’s SOME SPINACH IN THis SAND!” SONG FOR FENCE-MENDERS By Berton Braley And spread it That credit Will pay the expense! Voice quaking And shaking, Turn loose a few sobs; (But you're to Be sure to Get all “the boys’ jobs). By clever Endeavor You'll reach, more or less, Your noble ideal Of real Success! Prayer Our Hollywood, which art in California, Horrid are thy performances which get cornia and cornia; Thy smash hits come, Thy works be shown in Newark as they are in Pierre, S. D. Forgive us our fan mail as we forgive those who put gum under the chair, G.D.! And lead us not into double features Starring your most inexcusable second magnitude creatures But deliver us from Burns and Allen. Amen. —O. J. Nadir More grim than your mood when you're told by the one Whom you love that it’s high time you parted \ Is the feeling you get when you realize a run In your last pair of stockings has started. —ELta Bropy. Qe Waa T