Judge — July 1938 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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

THE CEREMONIOUS DIPLOMAT By Faik Konitza Albanian Minister to the United States (Up-to-date diplomats have a sense of humor, and cultivate a lovable simplicity in their dealings with other people. But many years ago 1 knew a diplomat who treated the most trivial trifles with the gravest concern.) The ceremonial was his one delight. He gravely watched for precedence and rank, Moving, a robot with his face a blank, Stiff with gold trimmings and with medals bright. And then he passed away from day's soft light, Buried with all due pomp. But when the clank Of sealing vault echoed, a devil's prank From sham death woke him in the ghastly night. Strict etiquette forbade him to show fear While worms were gathering, without haste or leer, To plan the banquet and to call the roll. He died in peace, his bleak face lit with Joy, As he beheld the worms’ solemn convoy Advance according to the protocol. ) Picture Me I'm foto-hypersensitive, I'm picture-mad. The dots That dance before my cindered eyes Were caused by candid shots; This dizzy age of looking, This day when we must peer (To know what time is cooking, To ken each new idea-f) At people in frank poses, Or people caught off guard, At hippos’ hips and noses, Has made me grim and hard. O, let me see a magazine (The time for which is ripe) That features as its leading scoop A page of solid type! “Gosn, Honey, I Just Hap THE STRANGEST EXPERIENCE —Dow RicHaRDSON. With A LicHTNING Bott!” July, 1938 17 comicbooks.com