Judge — January 1939 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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take me out to the Bowl Game Hail, Hoppy New Year's Day, hail olll A Dr, Gallup poll Should find us ready for o browl In some gigantic bowl. An East-West cloth is on today, Oh, how the tension grows! The Trojans have the Duke at bay In Pasadena's Rose. Down South the cleats of Tech are out (IF | have not forgotten) Upon the sod of that redoubt— The Bowl they call the Cotton. THE JUDGE FOR JANUARY Miami's rays are pouring down Upon the Sooners’ goal, And all roads in Miami town Lead to the Orange Bowl. The Sugar Bowl in New Orleans Is packed to ‘wait the gun. In Toxos thousands hocked their jeans To jam the Bowl called Sun. Heigh-ho, each fan and lady! Oh, The Game—how we all love it! | at my office radio— Ah, the gridirony of itl DR. just one more NAVY DEPARTMENT Washington, D.C. Chairman, International Naval Conference, No. 7, London. My Dear Mr. Chairman: The American delegate has just cabled me the splendid news that he and the representatives of the other powers have signe halt work on all war vessels now under construction and to refra from launching any new ships for a period of ten years. Would you mind terribly if we squeezed in one more destroyer? It is a very small destroyer. Only 1400 tons, Little more th you might say. T hate to make thiy request, but we have proceeded so far with plans for dedicating the shi B. Skinner, that I'm afraid we'll have to go through with it. Every- thing isall set for “Tuesday nest, with Mrs. Baylor Baxter Armstrong doing the christening. ‘There have heen advance notices in the society columns and Mrs. Armstrong. ne ahead and picked out her en semble, a dark tweed suit and a silver fox. At this late date, we can hardly call the thing off and disappoint her. 1 mean this is no time to come around with pacts My position is extremely awk- ward. You sce, when the destroyer Phincas Cardwell was Kaunched Last fall, it was christened by Mrs. Arm: strong’s arch. society rival, Mrs. Peter’ Dent Dutton. Well, Mrs. Armstrong was furious. I patiently explained 1 had noth- ing whatever to do with naming Mrs. Dutton, but they wouldn't believe me if I had sworn on a stack of Flect Regulations. The only out was to give Mrs. Arm- strong my solemn word of honor that she could do the next one. Well, 1 committed myself now I'm on the spot. If this dedi- cation is cancelled, Mrs. Armstrong, will regard it asa runaround. I just don’t see how we can crawl out of it. Please explain to the other pow- crs that we aren't trying to chisel an extra destroyer. I give you my word we won't use it.” Mrs. Armstrong will simply smash the champagne bottle and send the boat down the ways as everybody cheers and the cameramen take their pictures. Afterward, we'll float it back to the dock and tic it up for the duration of the agreement. I carnestly hope the other powers will view this whole thing sympa- thetically and not raise a stink. If they do—well, we'll simply have to let everybody else launch one. Yours, etc. Claude A. Swanson ELWOOD ULLMAN a tug, 2 ‘comicbooks.com