Judge — January 17, 1925 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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YounG Moturr—George, I think it's humiliating! yet—and you a dentist! A Fable for Flappers Dx Hivrorotamus — faced bankruptey. The wolf kept loitering around his door and the mammalian medico was on the point of suicide, when— Wily Willie Fox dropped in! “Doe,” said Willie, “you're too old-fashioned. Materia medica, in- sectology and reptilian research have made great strides in the Ik years and you haven't kept You're archai here and let me whisper in your ear.” Doc Hip leaned over and an in- spired glance illuminated his delicate, wsthetic features. The next his cave was crowded with patients, for this sign, carefully lettered, adorned the front of his den: —a forest fogy Doctor Hippopotamus Cats’ whiskers waved. Cats’ eyebrows tweezed. Cats’ meows mended. Snakes" hips reduced. Alligators’ adenoids altered. Bees’ knees enlar; | Donkeys’ noses beantified. Moral: It might rain any day, so don’t forget your rubbers. Arthur L. Lippmann girls get diamonds fr Hr (after being kept waiting by consistently unpunetual fis Well—I suppose I shouldn't plain; so far, you're always got the day and the month right. PNT (ouNC— ( | The baby ten months old and hasn't a tooth Face to Face PECULIAR man moved into the ** house next to mine, so it was natural that T should ask him a few when the getting ac- quainted period t its hei “Te * The “just ¢ yout yourself? questions but if you read the news- papers you wouldn't have. t replied with a very: slight “Lam in the habit of getting up at six-nineteen every morning, ex- cept Sundays, when I remain in bed until nine-thirty. “Humph,” T said with a sheepish feelir et 857.18 per week.” he con- tinued, “of which nineteen percent goes for food, seven percent for for shel- ter, thirty-three percent. for clothing and the three children and one- fifth that T hav laxes, twenty-two percent . “yon don’t have hil. said sternly, nd my 9.08. Tmay as well . that Twill die in 1956." “How do you know?" T demanded hotly “Why.” he replied scomfully, “T ull the: statisti- pout.” James A. Sanaler comicbooks.com