Judge — February 21, 1925 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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He—I'd like to discoter some way to keep you from hiding my bed slippers. Sue—Why don't you wear them ona string around your neck all the time, like you did your mittens when you were a little boy? THERE’S NOT MUCH CHOICE by Don Herold T Is crazy to get married, but, as I have often said to myself, marriage, like death, is nothing to worry about. And it is crazy to stay single. And it is even crazier to be honery. So which way shall we tum? Well, [think we can take it for granted, without giving offense to anybody, that we all ought to try not to be any more honery than we have to. Tt may be all right to be a little honery, but we ought not to he low down, ‘That disposes of that alternative rather simply. . * 6 Now as to getting married, or staying sing! gelling single, whatever the y be, we should first of all ask ourselves whether we are married or single, and try to stay that way as long possible, unless we have the impulse to change our status, and then we should per- s change it But it is a pre ng as possible. ‘The in moving around or just for the sake of ni : . T am married and T plan to stay that way just as long as possible. 1 have often thought of running away with a chorus girlor an editress, but it would be a lot of bother and ex- (Continued on page 30) Curtain! 0 you've come to kill me, have you... hasha ... little you reck that I've survived a case of bum Seoteh.” “At last, James Winspear. Thi you where T want you. Give me op VIL turn off your rr. “Would that heaven would tell me where my wandering boy is ight. He said he'd die befor I give up trying to find a place to park.” “Ah, eruel Rudolph, [was but an t, trusting child to tell you -rets of my woman’ and now you've sent them to a con- s heart fexsion ine, : Harold, for God's sake ‘Lhide under the bed! My: hus- dis a crack shot, and you must jump around.” “Unlock the shall rue the « r, woman, or you y you were born Tl practice on my saxophone next ir bedroom!” Out, out, into the storm! 1 own no daughter who will bob her hair even after she sees how her mother lc o one can fill in Laughter is the spice of life and we are the shakers. comicbooks.com