Judge — July 1, 1922 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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Theft Proof and Ornamental © lose valuable Agents and Dealers Write for ir eeehoey Seirling-Lok etl on sight. Many buy it fost for its benaty aside Froc, roto-mever een, fone of tert fetes Daye mean Collars, Write Dew. a 428 Olcott Ave, East Chicago, Ind for every owner of a DODGE BROTHERS MOTOR CAR HOW, do you tnow what sccemory equinment ‘will best serve your purpuse in adding to your comfort and enjoyment ia the use of your car? book gives the selections of experts, made atody, test and conference with the of . Washington, Underwriter + Laboratories, and other institutions of scieatifit research Tta conclusions are based on experienced knowlede*. 1 salle the exact equipment ia each Instance, WILLIAM GREEN, Inc. 627 West 43d St. New York City . A Tonsorial Tragedy (Continued from page 12) chafing, hair tonic, cold cream, freckle remover, hair dye, dandruff cure, aseptic soap, talcum powder, brilliantine, eye- brow dressing, bay rum, witch-hazel, violet water, my pet razor, and my broken-in strop. “WHEN he had paid his bill amount- ing to $71.80 and tipped the manicure girl a dollar, the hat boy fifty cents, the bootblack fifty cents, and me five dollars for extra attention, he took his armful of bottles and packages and then said, ‘Ain't there anything else? “And when I said ‘No, sir, that’s all,” he shouted, ‘Hooray! All my life I have longed for the realization of this, my dearest ambition—to look a barber in the eye and say,“Why, you poor simp, isn’t there anything more you can job me for or foist upon me?”’” Drews by Barxspate Rocers. He—Miss Susie, I’m “And then, sir, they say I swooned. From that day on I was never able to ask a customer if he wanted a hot towel, or tell him he had dandruff, and the Barbers’ Black Hand Association had to pension re and provide me with an at- tendant to feed me soft foods and lead me out into the park on bright days.” Sas Lies ? by Gladys Bryant AST night, by way of radio, I thought I heard you call; And, oh, you whispered tenderly, “Dear, love me!” That was all, But when to-day I told you so You only lowered your eyes And shook your head, and now I know The wireless told me lies. toe People who live in glass houses shouldn’t make booze! oing to propose— Sue—Oh, really, Mr. Snookums, this is so sudden! “That we have some ice cream—” “Oh, I shall be delighted!” “Sometime when the weather gets warmer.” 30