Judge — September 29, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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“I hear the club has been raising objections to the costumes worn by women tennis players. I suppose?” You'll go in for the game now, “I won't go as far as that, dear; but me for one of the cos- tumes!” violating the parking regulations. If this occurs the pedestrian can increase his pleasure materially by going around to court and taunting the driver when the judge suspends sentence. An increasing tendency has noticed lately on the part of pedestrians who escape with their lives to ridicule drivers of motor vehicles who fail to ni them. This is to be regretted because all drivers, at all times, do their best. They feel badly enough, when they miss, to be openly criticized or scoffed at in addition. It is to be hoped that this tendency will not spread. Many motor- ists have already threatened to quit driving entirely if it is continued. sas Rattlesnake Flats Notes by Chet Johnson been locontno CLAvDE, one of our fiercest bad men, came to town and spent his month’s pay last night. At two o'clock this morning he filed another notch in his gun, but later was trying to figger out how to fill it up as the coroner said that the victim, on close examination, was only a cigar-store Indian The wheels of justice revolve fast in Rattlesnake Flats. About noon to-day, Two-Spot Hogan, our popular coroner, had to kill a Mexican to settle an argu- ment. Within half an hour Two-Spot had assembled a coroner's jury, exon- erated himself of all blame for the killing and collected $4.68 from the county for the expenses of the inquest. Sheriff Tadpole Jones is looking for two city dudes who passed bum checks at the pool hall yesterday after gaining the con- fidence and friendship of Chalk Smith, who runs the place, by introducing them- selves as Mr. Gallagher and Mr. Shean and claiming that everybody in New York knowed them. Ratface Perkings, who used to turn out real good corn likker from his still in Scratchcat Canyon, has returned to the Flats from Fort Leavenworth, where he has been taking a two-year course The Big Question by William S, Adkins s©Dnrerry strong executive, this here lad Coolidge,” remarked a yeteran senator, “pretty sturdy executive. He comes by that fairly enough. Old Ver- mont has granite in her hills, and she puts a healthy strain of granite in her boys. We ordinary fellers cotton to Mr Coolidge right’ smart. I see he was originally named John Calvin Coolic but he dropped the name John. ‘That's interesting.” The head of the Pink Tape Bureau vas hunched over his desk eyeing ayroll, nervously nodded assent. "said “But. tell mc what other names is he going to RR What the Man Shall Swear (On A sembling the New Shirt) by Cyril B. Egan Pock On the duck Who stuck this shirt with pins! This be his luck— To sweat for his sins: To pick below, with tender fins, From endless shirtings, countless pins; Each pin hell-bent, with jagged head Each pin hot-pointed by Old Ned! at the Govern- ment training school for boot- legge Day after to- morrow will be pay day at the Bar-Fly — Ranch and all the boys from there has sent in word they would be in town to look around a bit. All three mem- bers of the Rattlesnake Flats police force was granted ten- day leaves of ab- sence by the city council last night on taking oath that they had relatives dying in Cactus Cen- ter, ninety-eight miles north of here. sas “T see Flubdub is going around bragging about his ignorance.” “Evidently get- ting ready to run for the senate.” MODERN MANNERS Cop—Pardon me, sir; but your flask shows. comicbooks.com | | | |