Judge — April 18, 1925 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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A practical alarm clock. Unpublished Testimonials NNIBAL’S HORRIBLE HORE- HOUND. — From early child- hood I suffered a terrible gaunt feeling in my stomach whenever I went with- out food for a few days. It was very embarrassing, particularly if I finally wentout todine at some friend's house. I still experience the trouble at times, but Hannibal's Horrible Hore- hound never fails to turn the trick, as the Eskimos say. One swallow of the stuff and I lose my appetite for a week. Mother Goose's Seasic Remedy.— It gives me fun to tell all my fri about what Mother Goose’ Remedy done for my children. For a while we thought they would have to get their broncho tubes cut out, they snored so loud at night. Now we can get all the good sta- tions just fine, when there ain't no statick, and last week we heard Cali- fornia, in a song. Everything is great and the kids don’t snore no more at all. They sit up all night so as they won't miss nothing and the tubes is all OK. Yours respectfully, Sore Eisenseron Golden Brick Catsup Powder. — We used to have rats and mice some- thing awful. Sometimes it got so bad during the day me and my husband couldn't sleep. Now, since we got your book of receipts for cooking vittals that use Golden Brick Catsup Powder, we ain't got none any more. I guess it must be the damn little things don't like the stuff no better than us. But anyways, the rats and mice is gone. Richard S. Wallace Funnybones The sceret of the Wandering Jew is out at last—he was looking for a Cadga wit poy 85 fir ach one preted fe ile —GNARLE STON \ J Burs SF oS Tom Swift And His Automatic Speak Easy * Ay Ban for prohibishun,” said Tom, employing his — inter- changeable Swedish accent (read “Tom Swift Including the Seandi- navian") to denote lapse of memory. “You're drunk,” observed his dear old mother sagely, for you can never fool the mother that loves you, if any. “Shure,” answered Tom, “I've just come back from England (see “Tom Swift Among the John Bull Fighters"), that right little, tight little Isle.” With these words (see “Tom Swift and His Obvious Pun") he waved a merry good-by to all who had gathered to sce him off (see “Tom Swift Among the Luna ) and with a hop, skip and a jump bounded daintily into his newly invented lighter-than-air horse car and left the theater (read “Tom Swift and His Reviewer’ ion”), Eighty-five utes later found Tom lost (see “Tom Swift and His Lost and Found Column”) in a maze of words (read “Tom Swift and His Crossword Puzzle”). “Here I am,” Tom informed him- self with no mean amount of cunning, for sure enough there he was. How he ultimately succeeded in getting somewhere else related in “Tom Swift and His Publisher's Blurb.” Carroll « Complete set of masks, including one of Al Jolson, Fanny Brice, ete., to hang orer mouth of radio horn and increase the illusion of actually hearing them. | comicbooks.com