Judge — January 31, 1925 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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The new barker 4 The Radio Announcer at Ilome UW, attractive little spouse, what uve we for supper?” queried mnouncer of Station WWW, Phrough the courtesy of the Shultz, Meat Company, I offer for your approval, fifteen minutes. of tasty, tempting, tenderloin steak,” I his wife, anxious to pl And after that will we have h an hour of delightful, diverting, chamber music?” inquired the voice of hubby. “Our little daughter, Anna, aged eight, will entertain with some of her compositions on the piano- smilingly answered — the thoughtful little woman. “On a wavelength of 405 equivalent to 800 kilocy« corrected the precise proclaimer, “Oh, yes, and she has appeared at this instrument many times before, much toe the enjoyment. of her parental audience,” interposed wifie, “Miter which we shall 4 eight hours of blissful, ; lowy, refreshing shimber, through Kastiron continue ti mine adienoe,” ine terrupted th “Toshall now sign off until eight o'clock to-m “s offspring. row evening. when your reshall again come on the air.” “Good night, parents, litthe Anna announcing. “Good night, pater proclaiming, ie, mater and Arthur L. Lippmann (Voice from neighbor's flat: G-o-o-d- Going South! H FB Was seated with a friend at the table next to ours and a whole flock of waiters, captains and buses hovered around him in, what you might call, anticipation. “That bird must be somebody in- “Wall Street. [ guess. Let's postpone our usual witty chat for a while and see if we can’t get a tip on the stock market or something.” After his order had been taken, the portant.” LT said: to important-looking — person began speaking and we listened attentively ast a few pearls. he began in the tone use for long-distance Hint go to Asheville if you gave me the place. Nor Palm Beach, neither. An’ T wouldn't give a nickel for Hot Springs. Or Sav nah. Lemme tell you somethin’, When you leave little ol’ Noo Yawk you're just) camping out. That's what you are—camping out. No one couldn't kid me to leave my com- 1 everything here to go South for a million doll: No, sir, no camping out for mi As we were leaving I asked the captam who the important-looking and instantly went down some peop! calls, “LD we fortable house person wa two points in his esteem for being so ignorant. “Why, that’s Oscar B. Zuzz, the man who wrote, ‘My Maryland Chicken, Stop in’ on Me,’ ‘Savvy Ama of Savannah,’ “There's a Drouth in My Heart for the South.” ‘Louisianna—the Home of Manna,’ and the biggest of all hits —You Can Have the U. Just Give Me Georgia.’ ” rey Warman Wie manadactire rubber keyholes rom worn out celluloid collars 1 the chie® m custiy oF the Lslards: There key hiles are usal on night (acks ta nest Prohitln Counteres. Burd nether Teatberel nned bil corre! wih a hony noted tar the saré—colored door = hnobs if lays vistead &F eg} Vita BANG mn the farsite balley hrown as the Barbers Paradise, The whiskers are dried int the sun, cured and shipped te wmewiheed countries where they arc used fur face - curlans and har maltFesses. lie Trott paste Trait through He Rerrhea moutams wirds like a dollar wateh trom here ta there erd beyond. Lls the road thal always heads to where you happen to be whether you are there or rt Only four out of every [we reach the heights. comicbooks.com