Judge — February 9, 1924 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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IF IT HAPPENED TO-DAY AUL DASHED into the newspaper office. he British!’ he gasped, “T must give warning!” ing’s upstairs, Mr. Revere,” editor. They hurried to the broadcasting-room. “She's all ready, but we aren't entitled to the air a editor. your stuff. As soon as his breathing was nor- mal, Paul started broadcasting his warning, and in every Middlesex village and farm the radio bugs heard: “—or you can't see mamma at-tawl!— “LISTEN, EV- ERYBODY, THIS Is PAU—” “Station BVD, Los Angel Our first number this evening is the Los Angeles Blues, by the Los Angeles Harmony Se Los An—” “W-a-a-0-0. a-a-a-a-k! — Werr-a-a- o-0-W! ‘—and then the little bunny rabbit wiggled his wriggly little ears, sniffed with his funny little nose and—" “THIS IS PAUL REVERE! THE—” “making a total of four hundred nine- teen thousand, — six hundred and _ fifty- three and a f action acres planted in sum- mer squash this year, four hundred and twenty-one—" “Absolutely, Mis- allagher! Pos-i-ti —with that comical cuss, Tickle Tucker, at the piano. The piano is a i g, furnished through—” THE AIR CLEAR A MIN- THIS IS PAU. “proving conclusively, my friends, that if there is to be any change in the present tariff on asparagus, the revisions I have outlined should—” ““—with occasional showers west of the sippi and moderate to light to south to southeast winds probably to-morrow, and possibly —" “FIRE! MURDER! EVERYBODY KEEP QUIET FOR ONE MINUTE—” and that is why I feel that in coming re you to-night and outlining my pur- poses and principles; by explaining to you frankly just why I am a candidate for—but, before I go further, I am re- minded of the story of Pat and Mike, two Frarhadale {equ Young Woman (who wishes to buy some walnuts)—Pardon me, but who waits on the nuts? Trishmen, who—” “—we have no ba—” —your turn to cry over m-e-e-e-e!" “—an gentlemen: Our next number for this Los Angeles program, broadcast by the Flubdub Motor Company, Los Ang at Sixth and—” “LISTEN, EVERYBODY! THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH!” “—now, just one thing more before I 4 close. But, before I take up that issue.” “PAUL REVERE SPEAKID MUsST—”" ¢ have an-nold fashion’ to-mahto- An’ we have—" “W-a-a-a-o-0-w! Wh-e-e-c-e- a-a-a-awh!” “—so the great. big, brown, fuzzy- zzy bear dropped little ‘Tommy and BRITISH ARE -Down by. the-e-e-« y-0-0-ld_ mill whose shoulders the very ex- upon istence of our na rests, Tam sure posolutely, Mis ter Gallaghe sotively, Mi but we have no bah-nan—” “—dese are some of de reasons we must put stop to de for- eigner who come t. dees cawntree every SHUT UP JUST ON MINUTE! THE BRITISH ARE—" that old a-ng uv mi-i-i-i-r Our final and number this evening will “THE BRITISH! S BRITISH! THEY ARE—” “Building permits in Pittsburgh for the first two weeks in 1924—"" Paul whirled and ran toward the door. “Wait a minute,” shouted the editor. & you given the concluding arm? “T'm going to get my __ horse,” Paul. “The air’s too full.” “Let me try,” suggested the broad- casting editor. “Ladie-e-e-es_ an’ gentulmen!” heshout- ed, “at ten o'clock to-morrow morning four thousand cases of pure Scotch, real said imported stuff, will be given away in front of—one moment, please, and I will broadcast the address—” He turned to Paul. “Go ahead,” he said. “There isn’t a sound and the whole country’s listen- ing.” Cuet Jounson. muc the H an don’ thin; sy bar cloth ean’ comicbooks.com