Judge — December 8, 1923 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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SOME RADIO AND IT’S GIVEN AWAY y, fellows, I'll tell you how you can get a Radio i like mine without spending le penny for it, My set came to me comple ady to use, with sing je tuning coil, crystal detector, phone condenser and double headphones. batteries—they’re not neec t's a dandy—I wouldn't take $15 Send your name to-day to the Home Supply Co., 131 Dua et, Dept. 363 They'll tell you how a few minutes of vour spare time will bring you a set like mine without costing you a penny Send in your name NOW—and get your set without delay and without spending a cent for it HOME SUPPLY CO., 131 Duane St., Dept. 363, New York ee FRONTIER SPECIAL FAMOUS SIDE SWING tor revolver with 6-Inch barrel. , Imported y $35 modei, aly priced forlimited time to add c SPECIAL sts 32, ga. 2520; $14.95. 32-20 or Snot op “PANTHER” RAPID ne AUTOMATIC CAV POSTMAN ON DE Money back prom CONSUMERS CO. Dept. rs iV, 1268 Broadway, N. Y. Mah - sone $ popular and up-to-datet_ Learn to play e in stampa with Y BRAND new blue steel, €-shot, famous | Frontier Special, swing-out hand-ejec. | pe Peter, pumpkin eater Had a wife but couldn't keep her Forthwith then did he maltreat her. Fie upon you, naughty Peter! Wish Your Library a Merry The Ten Thousand Dollar Christmas Gift HE REAR room of a squalid, poorly- Tre fee Ona plain bed lies an emaciated woman evidently suffering from lack of nourish- ment. A shabbily-clothed. undersized child of six or thereabouts sits at the foot of the bed and amuses herself by fashion- ing ornaments from strips of paper cut from the comic section of a Sunday news- paper. Her eyes sparkle; she seems as if she has received an inspiration. Suddenly she leaves the room, but re- turns a moment later with a well-worn | broom. Look, mamma,” she pipes in a thin voice, “we will have a tree after all.” Mother feebly attempts to smile as the child tries to make the broom stand erect hy poking the end in a crack in the floor. Due to the child’s manipulations, one of the floor planks works loose, Attracted by something beneath the floor, the little girl puts her hand through the aperture and draws forth a dust- covered envelope. As she opens the envelope, ten crisp one-thousand dollar bills fall upon the floor. you, gentle reader, Thaven’t the slightest idea | how they got there. G GE, Import Dept. J, 21 Park Row, New York. 44 KT. GOLD FILLED. Save one-half by se stnes high Lake gold - Mlled 20 our seca Eee ‘onty" money promptly refury ‘SUPREME JEWELRY MFG. CO. Dept. 12916 434 Broadway, New York | The Spirit of Ara- bella AmBetta Donner, the sole support. of an aged aunt and a useless uncle, was employed as a saleslady in the toy de- partment of a large store. A hard position ordinarily, it became almost unbear- able during the holiday season. Rarely did 4 bella arrive at what 28 Peter, the Pie-eyed “Fine scenery you have here. But I suppose you 2 - can’t live on scenery!” the strain. he “We can called home before mid- enough tourists,” Came ‘Thanksgiving Day; and Peter Must eschew his pie or eat he Could revenge for her be swee' He got his just deserts, did Pete Christmas—(Continued from page 3) night. But she was not the one to complain. Still, she could not help getting tired she was only human—and a frail, litth human at that! The thoughtless people who left their shopping until the minute and verbally chastised her for not being as speedy as they thought she should be did not seem to realize that, howev Or, if they did, they made no outward show of it. urally, December 24 proved to be a particularly trying day. Everyon seemed more impatient: nothing seemed to go right. The only thing that kept Arabella on her feet was her spirit. Make no mistake about that. Arabella was pluck personified. Closing time found the little heroine's nerves entirely exhausted. As she emerged from her place of business she felt ready to drop, and she would have done so except for the fact that the cool night air revived her slightly and the crowd carried her along until she reached the sub- way kiosk. She tumbled down the stairs, and was soon on the platform. Once there, she braced her- self against a slot machine, and, upon eatching a re- flection of herself in the mirror, scarcely recognized so drawn and pale ast A. well-dressed youth toddled up-to the slot jjusted his tie Arabella was n object to this effrontery. She walked—or rather tot- tered—to the other end of the platform. The youth followed. “Merry Christmas,” he squeaked in a nasal tone It was the last straw. Arabella cracked beneath Collecting her rapidly waning strength, started a stiff right if we get comicbooks.com in fe fli ay th cu lor