Judge — May 29, 1920 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Where were you, on the February, if any- ~ he demanded was in—in_ bac and Mr. Mush looked it. “Did you ever know a cabaret cat named Jemima Jazz? “Not u late!” the man-doll 1 “Come, my man-—-bex par don for the hyperbole—you even if T have You tment must be brave no camera with t he were am the first “Be cried the mirrorr ays showing dark a y she ever dic she dyed ofter ac;. it was a the r “Draw it mil Daisy.” warned Ferrett, “it may be used against you Civrren IN The Mere Manicure F' RRETT wore his fing But there came times when they seemed more than he could afford. And, if he had no teeth han he would have them amputated, @ /a carte This being one of those, a shop he entered Manicures make poor gamblers: they so seldom hold good hands. ‘That's why Zizzette didn’t gambol very gaily when the Albino Detective entered, and she drew a pair of fives. But, as she began to deal in his Real Estate, something told her he liked her; it was indeed he himself which. This rails long very le Zizzy was a generous girl; she never charged extra fora little ng like that. “Every week he came here to have his eyelashes re ested,” she went on, as if sec ing snakes. emima_ alo: knew how to bring that healt and wealth and prosperity that / seems to make an eyelash so {immensely swish, so utterly tra-la-la. She could produce both exceeding longitude and curlishness. In vain he tried to seek the secret as to how Yes, she loved him—middl madly—but would not tell! Mthough Ferrett’s intellect was slightly flattened at the poles, he was now threatened with an idea. He took his departure, therefore, and an umbrella far, far better than his own. In_ his eagerness, however, he absent-mindedly left his left hand soaking in the finger bowl, and had to re- turn for it after having gone four solid blocks. He had yot so used to that particular hand that he hardly knew what to do, if anything, without it. But then, he seldom knew what to do, anyway—especially in a now like this Cuvrrer V Woman UT Spooner Mush knew what to do. He was used to trials in the movies —hard trials, where prisoners / la rumor was soon corrobo- rated by the gift of a small coin. This was coin some, too, for an_astringent-wad like Ferrett. uy began to believe there was a god. It made her prettier —or was it the flour on her powder puff? Be that as it may. o it was here that Jemima Jazz once worked he said, temporarily. “Worked is correct— many a man she worked— she neve ned alone. Few can sigh like a mere manicure—too few, while sharpening the claws of strange It is just as well that this is so, for our next paragraph will show its utter futility. “And here she met a movie actor, didn’t it?” “Mush!—Mr. Mush!” she cried; and, in her ex- Prem by Jouw Hevo, Je claimability she had snipped = ‘Tne H. C off the end of his finger. But or L. Hits Darkest Arrica. Ciier Fizz Fuzz Fixps Tuar a Wire Topay Costs Just Twice as Mucu as Farrer Pain ror Morner 7 comicbooks.com