Judge — January 17, 1925 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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their prayers. How to Get Rich Quick Or £ the go-getters of your nto acclub. At their first meeting they will all start talking about taking the word“ can’t” out of the dictionary. Pretty soon some one will denounce Webster for ever put- ting it in. This is your cue. “Gentle- men,” you say, getting the floor if you can (and every go-getter can), “I move we fine member $10 who uses this table word or any of its synony A deafening roar of approval will greet the motion, and it will be carried unanimously. After the meeting you call on each member of the club separately. “I'm a little hard uy 3 lend me $5 until Tuesday ‘Sorry, old man,” each go-getter will begin, “but—.” Then he will suddenly remember the fine. “Oh, sure I can,” he will say. After cleaning up from each mem- ber, you go to another town and do the thing all over. Any good man ought to make a thousand a week until he’s caught. J.E.M. Host—Excuse us just a moment—will you—people? The height of efficieney—an auto horn that sounds taps Blimp in search of a burglar steps on the baby's talking doll. We always make it a point to hear the parents say The Sidewalks of New York B«! Bang! Two sharp, staccato shots rang out in the crisp, autumn air. On a winding street in the | New York's Chinatown, a young, pig-tailed Chinaman fell to the pa ment, writhing in apparent agony. Dirty work seemed afoot. Assassins were abroad, Two school teachers from Hopkins Corners, Ind., and a visiting chiro- practor from Duluth shrieked in horror as the large “See New York” sight-seeing bus in which they were riding dashed past the prostrate body of the fallen oriental. “Tong war,” they muttered, with bloodless lips, while their pale faces looked ghastly in the glare of the street lamps. Horrors! Hip Lee then arose from the pave- ment, glanced at his wrist watch and inserted a new cap in his cap pistol. “Me no gettec kill now ‘till next bus. com tefully mused, entering Joe's Q Lunch for a plate of Hungarian goulash. AL. LL. comicbooks.com