Judge — September 1938 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Ais, he Pee RE Se hs Paradise Enow Give me bread; Give me jelly; Give me food To fill my belly. Let me have A canary bird Very yellow; Small; absurd. Bring me a turtle On a leash. Bring me a tank Of leetle feesh; The missing parts Of the Cheshire pussy; Arabesques By Claude Debussy; A young sea-horse; The rainbow's bow; A wild oat For me to sow. The distant wail Of a steamy whistle; Cleopatra's First epistle; A baby goat With nubbly knees; A lovely spread Of piano keys; The antidote To radio static; Love within A Paris attic. The ace of hearts; The fourth dimension; A kind of triple Soldier's Pension. This is all | think of now— Of course there'll be The jug and thou. EDITH FRISBIE. Please Remit It may seem odd A simple clod Like me should ask for coin; Yet it is spent For food and rent And girding up the loin. oO. ELL, here I am on this old re- viewing stand again, and that means my arches will ache half the night. But those of old flat-footed Poggle, behind me, will hurt worse— that’s some consolation Ah, look at everyone returning my salute — like one man. That's the way to do it! When I was here last year they acted like fifty thousand separate in- dividuals. Poggle's been getting too ambi- tious lately anyway; I think I'd better make him Minister of Roads and Parks. No, no, for then he'd travel around a lot and make speeches. It will have to be something confining, yet sounding big . . . . How about some isolated construction job? Hmmmm. Yes, that's it—the mission of fortifying, say, Dopert Pass? The only people he can make speeches to there are a lot of sheep herders. Ha! And I'll send him a new flock of engineers every month, so he'll never get beyond the construc- tion stage. Then word of what he is doing will be spread around, and the idea of fortifications there is so inane that everyone will think I must have some deep military plan in mind. He'll probably even believe it himself. Here comes the parade—it's about time, too. I hope it's a better show than the last one. .... And the first group always gets an extended salute The Dictator by John Thorpe Well, quite a good start after all... ++. + Yup, that Dopert Pass idea is a good one, I'd better put it down—now where is my notebook? Left in my other coat, of course— that’s what comes of those last moment rushes. Next time Balt doesn’t have my reviewing uniform out from the cleaners two hours before starting time T'll fire him, Fire him? Hell!—Can't I forget my past? I can have him shot! Well, I'll write it here on my cuff— and look at those eagle-eyed lunkheads behind me suddenly take interest! I'll just put 2 + 2 = 4; that will remind me, and keep them all guessing, espe- cially after they bribe Balt to show it to them tonight That sun is getting hot. Wonder how that pinned suspender is getting along. I'd better not move around much. A dictator can “Dis is my foist commoicial!” THE JUDGE FOR SEPTEMBER comicbooks.com