Judge — September 1, 1923 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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E. Liederman he is to-day Pills Never Made Muscles Wishing Never Brought Strength ‘© one can paste muscles onto your arms and sh ‘ong, healthy And If you don't loomed to a life of misery a the succes business man resorts to golf and other active pastimes Examine Yourself Do you have the stron you fit at all times to tackl you—always looking for jump out of bed in’ the keen appetite and a lon: tles? Do you finish’ y with pep and vitality? Or awake and go through a languid day’? PEP UP! t you, fellows. Come on out of that he man of yourself, Build nd that flat chest. “Let n Don’t tet It shell and out tho: put som r old backbone and yn You that will ma on, Lean doit uli Inet Come on now: Get on the job und make me prove it. Send for My New Book “MUSCULAR DEVELOPMENT” It Is Free some of my remarkable achleve- ping and. postage —10' cents, th ember, this does hot. obligate you in don’t dels point In once—now, while It Is on your mind. EARLE E. LIEDERMAN Dept. 3009 305 BROADWAY NEW YORK CITY EARLE E. LIEDERMAN Dept. 3009, 305 Broadway, New York City close herewith 10 cents, for which obl part whatever, cular Developinent.”” (Please write or print ‘plainly.) Name Street city wn a ereen Aunt Prudelia can’t bear the sight of these shocking bathing girls Kd Takes a Lesson (Continued from page 15) Mr. Burke?” screamed Mrs. Poogelh # what you're doing to me!” Mr. Burke didn’t look. He took her word for it. “If you can’t treat a lady any better than this,” con- \tinued the anguished pupil as water trickled down her ears and nose, “I'll get lessons some place else | “It was just an accident, Mrs. Poogel- | heim, * protested Mr. Burke, winking | to another instructor as he spoke. |now let's get started. Over on right side, ple: Here! I'll help He helped the lady over on her “Don’t let go yet!” she exhorted. “Sooner or later you'll have to strike out for yourself,” ‘replied Mr. Burke, yu might as well start now.” | ““Please, not yet, Mr. Burke. | me a chance to get my breath.” | “Do you want to keep this up all day, Mrs. Poogelheim? . Straighten your arms and push your legs to within three or four inches of the surface. Qui . That's it! .. . Now we'll try the scissors kick. ie And then he Tet go of his charge. It is diffi- cult to describe what fol- lowed. Mrs. Poogelheim became a disorganized, churning m that went through a thousand frantic motions without moving through the water, much like an anchored ferry-boat with its wheel furiously re- volving to no purpose. **Can’t you remember anything?” yelled Mr. |Burke. ‘‘Feet apart! Don't keep together \like that! Think you're doing a standing broad jump? This is the scissors kick, madam! .. . Come on, take "em apart!” “*Grab my hand!’’ shrieked Mrs. Poogelheim. “I can’t keep this up!” A Lady Swimming “Are you er Give “em “do as I tell you for a change.” fr. Burke! Mr. Burke! I'm going under! Grab my hand!” M« Burke saw that the lady was losing her wind. He decided to put out his hand. In the three or four seconds it took him to decide, Mrs, Poogelheim began a downward mov. ment. Mr. Burke put out his hand. In ss to him this must be set down . speaking confidentially, we think he did it a bit casually. He missed Mrs Poogelheim’s hand by two inches. Per haps he considered holding hands in th water improper. We're not sure of our facts. But we have our suspicions At any rate, he just missed the lady's desperate clutch. She continued — her descent. Poor thing! It must have given her a sinking feeling. Mr. Burke yawned, looked at the clock to see how long it was before quitting time, and mus- ing contentedly, “Guess she got a good ducking by now,” fished Mrs. Poogelheim out and dragged her to the rail. “You—you—you"—she 4 sputtered, shaking her fist. Overcome with wrath, she couldn't think of an epithet suffi- ciently scornful. Mr. Burke edged away The lady looked dangerous. “You little skunk!” she shricked. “I suppose if 1 was one of them cuties you like to teach you'd have caught my han (Sh waved it menacingly and for a minute it looked as if he would catch it.) “Well, you don’t give me no more lessons. Make up your mind to that!” Mr. Burke didn’t have to make up his mind. He had done that long ago. No more swimming business for him. Back to truckdriving and a less troublous existence. Perhaps on future visits to the pool Mrs. Poogelheim got on swimmingly We don’t know. But we have a hunch that she spent most of her time holding the rait and walking along the side. Of se, it might be 1 that in swim- me must walk before one * though we doubt that the ever mastered this rhythmic stroke. JowN DEAR, DID You PuT AWAY THOSE HEADACHE PILLS | LAID ON THE KITCHEN TABLE 2 “Don't,” said Mr. Burke 30 “As ye sow so shall ye reap” comicbooks.com