Judge — February 25, 1922 — page 23: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ENTERTAINS ARTHUR LITLE AND HIS PENCIL THE PERFECT FOOL (6 HERE are you going. you funny little hack- driver?” asked Ed. Wynn of his side kick in “The Per- fect Fool.” “I’m no_hack-driver,” ex- claimed True Rice. “I've been to a funeral.” “A funeral? Then some- body died,” says Wynn. “Well, if he didn't,” says Rice, “we played a dirty rotten trick on him.” “Who ran the lawn-mower over your face?” “It wasn't a lawn-mower. Wy barber is a mason, and he shaves me by degrees.” “That's «nough out of you. You had better run along home. fe NEWron “I haven't got a home.” “Well, then, I'll dig you one.” “Won't you give me a job on the stage, Mr. Wynn?” “What can you do?” says Wynn “Oh, I can dance, just like this.” “Well, you haven't done anything so far a man couldn't do if he slipped on a banana peel.” “Oh! That makes every bone in my body ache.” “Well, you should be glad you are not a her- ring.” “Can you tell me, Mr. Wynn, how I can avoid falling hair; it has been causing me a great deal of inconvenience lately.’ “Sure I can,” says Wynn. “Why don’t you step nimbly to one side.”