Judge — December 20, 1924 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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co - “Uncle Jasper’s Repent- ance al Dickens of a Christmas Story Cistatas! How the very word with its instant suggestions of snow, holly, wood fires and steaming puddings, smote Moyden F. Bilger through and through as he seated himself at his desk, in his pyjamas on a broiling day in July. “Christmas,” he muttered to him- self as he wiped his perspiring brow, “Christmas, ch, and in the middle of my vacation too. ‘This is a fine time for an editor to be asking me for a Christnas y. To Perth Amboy with Christmas—but I suppose P've got to turn out something. Well, T'll show “em a novelty anyhow.” “Uncie Jasper’s Reventance™ The snow descended on the town of Bingville in the darnedest gobs per Grasper ever remembered seeing as he went down to breakfast on the morning of December 25. “Merry Christmas,” said Jevins, as he pulled out the chair from under the old man in a playful Christmas spirit. “Merry Christmas, sir.” “Then brate it by being fired,” retorted Jasper, arising from the floor, showing that,although bearded, he knew how to take a joke. On leaving the house he kicked the boy who was sweeping his steps and loud rang the cheery laughter of old Jasper as the lad departed whimpering and tipless.. On his way to his Stomach Tablets Factory (the only place of business open that day in all Bing- ville) he foreclosed a mortgage on a tenement, turned cight families adrift fast gathering mire, and emp- package of tacks at the hos- alentrance. After giving instruc- tions that the factory should keep MERRY CHRISTMAS! HALF-PAST TEN ON CHRISTMAS EVE Santa Cravs—Where’s my hat—where's my coat—where’s my rubbers—and what did you do with them reindeers? open until later than usual, owing to the big after-Christmas demand, old Jasper went to a cafeteria and en joyed a lovely Christmas dinner, all alone, happy in the knowledge that for once he had fooled all the Grasper children and grandchildren who sponged on him every Christmas for years by gathering at his home and getting free food, free shelter, fre« gifts and everything. ‘This time, vowed the old gentleman, on arriving from distant cities, they would find the house completely deserted. But old Jasper had not really forgotten them for he had left a fine, rich, in dividual mince pie for cach of his relatives — nicely flavored — with strychnine. As the dear old Nothing particular about this gentle- ; ioe aad co ae fashioned fellow finished his bow! of man except that he is actually wear- frig the Ue Risvaoife:gawe' bite: crackers and milk he chuckled as he thought: “This is the finest Christ- mas [ever remember. I'm glad I repented in time instead of being a sucker all my life.” (The End) Percy Warman \ Funnybones y™~ Hope ¢ are useful, but - ( ranity ¢ t quicker result \ — Tuedge mill pay comicbooks.com