Judge — December 1938 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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Papa knows Best Chap. 1 Sunday Morning “But Dad, why are you forever cracking down on me? You always have a reason why I can’t do this or why I shouldn't do that. Gee, it does cramp a fellow’s style.” “I'll tell you, boy,” answered Dad, “it isn’t that I want to be tough. You know that, but I've lived a deal longer than you. You think that every experience of yours is a new one and that for the first time in mortal history it is happening to you. I know better. “You are heading now down a road I have already traveled but you cannot sce beyond this very hour. But I know that road. I can look back, from the vantage point of my years, and sce every inch of the way you must travel. I know what you are going to be up against, and I just want to be sure that you won't run into too many discouragements.” “Yes, I know all that Dad, and you have been pretty darned de- cent about IT have had a swell home; you have given me a good education and I haven't any kick about my allowance . . . but that isn’t what Tam talking about.” “Then, what is it?” “Just this, Dad: Tam free, white and twenty-one and I think I should have a chance to live my own life; to figure out things for myself; that’s all Task—" “Hmm, Hmm,” from Dad. “I begin to sce. Maybe there is some- thing in what you say. Hmm. Sup- in in| pose you and I talk this over again.” Chap. 2 Monday Evening Enter young Bill sis, where's Dad? I have news for h “Oh Bill, Dad's gone. rible. I'm so afraid—" “Gone, did you say? For Pete's sake, where? Don't stand there like a wooden Indian, where'd he go, what for?” “LE don't know, but it’s your own darned fault. You did it. He left It's ter- Dead End “Aw, shut up!’ a note on the living room table. Read it yourself.” “Here it is... Listen to this, Sis .. . for gawsakes— My Dear Son: “That was a great idea of yours —about living one’s own life. I wonder why T had not thought of it before. During all of these years my thoughts have been for others; of doing for others; of keeping peo- ple out of trouble. What a lot 1 have missed, but I'm not missing it any more. I D ' Veer ‘Te i have made every provision for the comfort and security of Mabel and Dick and you. So, with nothing to worry about, I'm off to live my own life—for the first time. Dad.” “Well, there you are, Sis. So wha “Bill, you should be tarred and feathered,” Mabel called to him as he made for the door. “Where are you going? What are you going to * yelled Bill, “II tell you what I'm going to do. I am going after him. I'm going to get him back here—you can't let a guy go off by himself, like that, with no one to give him a lift now and then.” RT. Socialized Medicine (Continued) and twelve. Fractures over till Saturday. P.—But he just fell out this aft- ernoon. C.-Should — have morning. Step lively. P.—Well, I wanted to ask about my daughter, too. She's never sick herself, but seems as if she’s always bringing things home. We've had scarlet fever and diphtheria and everything contagious. I thought she might be a carrier. Maybe she could take some sort of a test. 2—Test? Carrier? Wrong de- partment. Have her take the Civil Service examination. Time's up. Next! fallen this LOUISE RABB THE JUDGE FOR DECEMBER comicbooks.com