Judge — October 14, 1922 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Doe Pugsley on Wood Alcohol (Continued from page 3 when it is raining or hailing, and plays jack o” lantern with our liberal-minded and law-violating citizens, But they soon realizes that, though horns is blown ind eandles is lit on stumps in the woods, ind money is left on the stump and pa- trons prudently retire, the candle ain't litagin and though the money is gone, no liquor is left in place of it. “Nobody says nothin’, because it’s the ul private opinion, publicly ex- pressed, that it serves them slaves of rum which biteth like an adder—especially the kind ye get in the woods—darn good and right. “But them horns continues to blow and them candles is lit in the wildwood every cold and stormy night. So it is that our best citizens, alert to catch the miscreants defying our sacred Constitution, wanders all night over logs and through swamps in vain. AST Thursday night everybody turns 4 out agin with grim determination when the horn of the blind tiger is heard on the hill as us but this time our able-bodied citizens is working by pre- arrangement and they forms a circle and Something happens and hap- pens quick and hot, for bushes is beaten down and cries for mercy is heard and finally the battered form of Lem Ding] bender is hauled home on an improvised stretcher, : m tries to claim, when he re- covered consciousness, that he was one of the posse, out in the woods maintain- law and order, and that a fearful mis- had been made. But, as candle grease is found on his garments, and a tin horn stuck down his pants leg and. six dollars and a half in silver is in his pocket, his protests ain't accepted by anybody but me, and T gets the six dollars and a half for patching up his ents and rubbing se liniment. ate here also that I don't if the automobile has practically the horse, so long as I Dinglebender fer a paying closes in. care have Lem patient. ‘As for the obverse side of the t alamity itself, explanations is give follers: Deacon Pennypacker and his hired man claim that the skulking figure they pumme in the woods, was unknown they found trespassing on the Deacon's posted property, under penalty aw. Constable un’t prov Cokley asserts that while Lem Dinglebender was peddling licker agin the law and statutes provided and the peace and dignity of the commonwealth, Lem resisted an officer in the discharge of his duty and that’s why he clubbed him. “The other citizens who then took Lem on and beat him to ra claims they did it because the continual horn blowing and lighting candles in the woods at night, give em insomnia, The charges brought igainst. Lem of illegally purveying liquor by candlelight and violating prohibition has been dropped stybody inthis community says they don’t touch licker in any form, let alone in going out in the woods in bad weather for it. e Drawn by Henny A. Botkin. “Ten years ago he didn’t know where his next meal was coming from!” “And now he’s got dyspepsia!” ANYWAY, I expect Lem will be able LY to be ont in a few days, because he Was strong enough to git up and fire his shotgun at a fish peddler who blowed a horn under his winder yesterday.” “So I suppose there’s no more horn sounding in the woods at night around here since thei remarked the tobacco drummer, = * drawled Doc Pugsley, “horns aren’t heard no more, but somebody 1s ing a saxophone out in them woods and anon in the dark of the moon; how, although Lem Dingle- in’t yet convalescent, public con- round here isn’t fully restored but, bender fidence i in the matter of wood alcohol in’ the woods.” som ttt “Di Schuyler take his medicine like “Yes, made a whale of a fuss about it.” ea). inna ey Dear Little Hand by P. A. Connolly SAR little hand, T hold you tight inst my breast, while keen delight Takes full possesion of a soul Lost to despair until vou stole So softly into mine to-night. And now my fear is banished quite With you my rivals I will smite, With you past losses are made whole, Dear little hand. ‘To you sweet verses Tl indite, And make them neat like this T write, What can’t one do when such a goal j Is to be gained? See this fat Three aces full put this in sight— Dear little hand! comichooks.cou)