Judge — February 2, 1924 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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It seems that the fellow in the checked suit used to be a ball player and— ANYTHING IN DRUGS Sc A modern city drug store; any time. The manager stands at the front of the store, ready to greet customers. Enter, Mr. Jones (in a great hurry). Manacer: Can I serve you? Mr. Jon My car has stopped. I think it needs a new spark plug. Can I get one here? Man: Certainly, sir. or, Mr. Smith. Can I help you, si Mr. Smirn: I want a flashlight bat- tery. Man: Y Enter, Mrs. Wiggs. Mrs. Wiaas: I see you are advertising aluminum cooking utensils. Man: Yes, madam. there. Right this way. Right over Enter, Miss Jiggs. Miss Jia I want a good book to read and a nice box of candy. Man: This way, please. Enter, Mr. Brown. Mr. Brow: May I leave some films to be developed, and prints made? Man: First counter to the left, sir. Enter, Miss Green. Miss Green: Can I get a rubber swimming cap here? Man: Yes, indeed. This way. Enter, Mrs. Black. Mrs. Biack: I'd like to get some post- age stamps and stationery. Man: Right this way, madam. Enter, Mr. White. Mr. Wurte: I want some castor oil. Man: Yes, sir. good. Right— One-in-Three is very 12 No! oil for a sick little boy. Man (dumbly): Castor oil? Mr. Wurre: Yes! Castor oil. Man: Just a minute, please. (Con fers with assistant.) We don’t have castor oil, sir. Perhaps an electric vibra- tor would help the boy. Mr. Wurre: (exiting in a huff): Ore vacuum cleaner. Man (humming): Yes, we have no drugs, We have no drugs to-day. We have cold cream and sodas, Ma-GA-zines and razors, And all kinds of drinks, and say, We have a large stock of CI-gas And a truck full of can-DY bars But, yes, we have no drugs, We have no drugs to-day. —R. W. Desmond No! Some castor comicbooea (o)