Judge, 1918-10-05 · page 23 of 32
Judge — October 5, 1918 — page 23: what you’re looking at
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pap Over Heets” Stand up straight. If our act is as good as our costume s we'll knock ’em out of their seats. Motte (the wardrobe mistress): Wait! Is there any tights that may split in compromising places? (Right) From “Turee Faces East” Violet Hem piano, seck e lost chord a network of German spies. th From“He Dipn’t WantT0 Do It” Ernest Torrence and Helen Pierre sing this touching ballad (their feet take so much room we've had to waltmason the poetry): maid from th From “Licutnty’ Zep Crotuers: Well, did you git your di- vorce? Licutnin’ Bunt Jones: No, I didn’t. Zep: I thought you said you won the case. comicbooks.com