Judge, 1924-09-27 · page 15 of 36
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Pn Ne The Jericho Journal (As it might have been) EGYPT SWEPT BY FAMINE AS PREDICTED BY YOUNG MYSTIC Prophecy of Dream Doctor Is Fulfilled; Thousands Face Death When Crops Fail COAT-MAN HOLDSGRAIN Joseph Assures Public He Will Not Boost Prices in Spite of Monopoly kerr is in the grasp of the worst famine in_ history, according to brief dispatches re- ceived last night. The famine, it was stated, fulfilled the proph- ecy made several years ago by Joseph, former slave and now a widely known broker. Joseph’s prophecy was scoffed at, but Joseph himself had con- fidence in it and bought up all available grain. He now holds a monopoly on all foodstuffs in the EqQuesTRIENNE—Well, boy, can’t a 1 horse without a crowd standing around staring at her? An Alligator Grip. Funnybones Most men spend their ctenings walking the floor with a baby. Some of them at home, and others in various roof gardens. ‘Fudge will pay 85for cach one printed famine-stricken area, it is reported, but has issued a statement that he will keep his grain prices at pre-famine levels. Chet Johnson Compensation An Uncommon Sense Editorial HERE is work to be done in this little old world of ours— lots of it. And there is money to pay for it—lots of it. All right, then. Now, who is going to do this work and who is going to pay for it, and how much? That is the question, as dear old Hamlet would perhaps say. If a man works hard all his life and at the end of that time has succeeded only in amassing a gang of youngsters and a flock of bills, why he is going to get pretty darned sore when he looks out of the window and sees Mister Jones, let_ us. for want of a better naine, riding past in his Rolls- Rolls. He is going to say to himself— the poor bimbo is: ‘Well, goshdingit!” Then he is going to rest his elbows on the window sill and put his head in his hands and mutter: ‘Well, why ain’t I there in that car? I work as hard as he does and I’ve got more brains. How come?” Want to know the answer? Well, so do I. * Robert Cyril O’Brien lady fall off her comicbooks.com