Judge, 1922-01-28 · page 13 of 36
Judge — January 28, 1922 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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not be frightened his own The Voice With the Smile By Edmund J. Kiefer “ HAT’S all this I hear about WwW you having got hold of some xenuine Holland gin, eh, you old ras cal?” “Your car ought to go like new now. In all, just one hundred and forty dollars, not including the oil and gas.” “Honest, doc, I've got a pain in my side, feel dizzy in the head, get faint and everything. Can't you suggest a little something to tone me up?” “Yes, this darling creation is twenty dollars more than the last one you tried on; but isn’t it worth -a little something to know that your hat is doing full justice to your natural high coloring? This is not Jesse James, but our own Jackie Coogan doing an imitation of Bill Hart company, and is now starring in “My Boy,” with the aid of Claud since “The Kid,” and Charlie Chaplin should be proud of his protege “Thirty-five miles an hour—dear, dear, Was I really going that fast you handsome man?" “We want all our best people on the list of box-holders. May I put your name down? “John, dear, I have the grandest sur- prise for you. Who, do you think, phoned this afternoon and said she was coming down for a few days? — Mother! THE POSE “Your picture of the infant Her- cules strangling the serpent is very good. But how did you ever get a model?” “My kid gave me the idea the day he got tangled up with the hose on hi mother’s vacuum cleaner” Jackie his best picture Gillingwater. It is Cincinnatus Stuff By Ellis Parker Butlers [LO how our land with virtue drips! We haste to junk our naval traps; With eagerness we scrap the ships And out to Pittsburgh ship the scraps: And of the steel that used to be Keel, mast and armor, stern and prow, Of vessels built to plow the sea, New made we soon shall see the plow: And then, we hope, will come the day When all war's burden will relax I swear, the way they tax our pay We go dead broke to pay our tax comicbooks.com