Judge — September 13, 1924 — page 41: what you’re looking at

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«All of the People All of the Time” Said the candidate for office in his last, clean-up, crack-o'-dawn speech, made just before the voters went to the polls: “Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I wish to put myself on record as emphatically veainst a Light Wine & Beer Plank—" ° (Continued on page 3) Requiem Gorntene days bring me no gladness, For in retrospective mood [am filled with solemn sadness, And the skies are somber hued. When the days are hot and sticky, For those other days I sigh, When the lime was in the ricky \nd the mint was in the rye, And my muse would frame an Iliad Of the days that we lament: But there is no balm in Gilead On one half of one per cent Sam S. Stinson © for ag Call Sag ed g , Piggyy fa leat, 5 Fite, zm t, te, al ey Ou tis ome= All jn) Tons, ung, * git a “Thirty days hath September” It ou in pejuisd auo ypns 46/5 fod yim oFpny, ypu, yodyouiud st sfivponou ‘souof 0 ayy fo wD sy) oy) avaddo pynon iy nains i lua), le tac tt Cart Cars old hae (Continued from page 32) Heavier Whiskies, Harder Ciders, and Purer Gins, and a return to that JUDGE'S SPECIAL HOOCH TESTER dear democratic institution of our After sampling your new stock, hold this picture forefathers, the Old-fashioned Cor- before your eyes and gaze at it steadily for sev:ral »r Saloon! seconds. If arrow jumps up and hits gentleman in cedless to say, this candidate’s Whee! the eye, causing him to turn somersaults, and if circle election was unanimous. : turns completely black, stuff is N. G. Cyril B. Egan