Judge — January 21, 1922 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Order Filled Promptly! HUGHES’ ZOO “Get his watch and bring it to me. By Edna R. Smith Merely a little josh, you understand. : i t won’t get you in wrong.” GRAHAM eyed the jostling crowd . Indignantly, the man demurred. in the hotel lobby speculatively. 3 “Aw, Mr. Graham—you can’t frame Fat night for pickpockets!” he sug- one on me like that! I tell you I’m = gested. gy The heavy-jowled bank president : loosened a button of his taut vest. “You detectives,” he bantered, “think the whole world’s crooked. Look at me! I’ve never lost anything, and I’ve carried the same gold watch for twenty years. Come have a cigar, and forget the cruel world.” A half-hour later, Graham glimpsed a pleasant-faced, quietly-dressed gen- tleman caught in the human eddy that swirled about the revolving doors. The i detective’s eyes twinkled. “Think we'll make Fuller eat his words,” he chuckled in an aside to the rest of the party, and unobtrusively | withdrew. | “Well, Pete?” he queried casually, as he reached the door. The man wheeled. “I’m goin’ straight, Mr. Graham! Honest I am! Ever since you caught me on that Ontario deal, I’ve been off it—I—” “Certainly, Pete; I didn’t doubt it for a minute. But how about doing me a little favor, eh?” The man recovered his poise. “T'll say I will! Anything I can do for you, sir—on the level, of course—” “See the fat man standing by the straight! Why, I been workin’ six months in a garage. I wouldn’t go back to that life for a million. I tell you I'm through!” “I congratulate you, Pete. But I’m not asking you to go back. Just to get me that watch,” Graham persisted quietly, “just as a friend.” The man started to protest once more; then, suddenly, he shrugged. “Oh—all right!” he snarled. “You win. If I'd guessed you were here—!” And he drew a watch from his pocket and flung it into the detective’s hand. Graham started. It was Fuller's watch! A CORRECTION “Commercialism breeds war,” cried the orator. “I tell you, friends, man comes before money.” “He may come before it,” piped a thin voice, “but he goes after it.” MOVIE PASTRY “These pies are too heavy to eat.” “They are to throw.” STICKS TO THE OLD TYPE “You are insincere. You praise intellectual women in print.” Extract from best seller — Bewitchingly palm to the right of the pillar?” attired in ultra-modern fashion, there sat “Well?” | _ “Where? Oh, over there? Yes, fair Gwendoline rhythmically oscillating in “But you don’t print any photo- sir. the old swing. graphs.” ow to sail an ice -yacht?” MEnais tore ein shates!” iF par te