Judge — April 18, 1925 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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frightened the cat and even the gold- fish shut their eyes. Yet Grace just married him— seven minutes, eighteen and one-half seconds after he proposed! The Bridge Circle, the Sewing Circle, Columbus Circle and a good many other circles were horrified beyond words. “Grace marry Gus Blootz. ... ¢ A sweet girl like Grace to throw herself away on a gink like Gus ... terrible!” Teacup tattle tittered about it for months. But I guess you're waiting for the real reason, ch what? Well, it’s just this: Grace had been reading the published income tax returns in the Newspapers the day before the | wedding and this is what she saw: Name Total Tax Paid Harold Thetheridge... 318.31 | Gus Blootz _. $358,354.89 Mental arithmetic did the rest! Arthur L. Lippmann Sse Is A store window Down town There is a Display of Futuristic Paintings, And there is a | Sign in the window That says “Art Objects,” And when I Looked at the | i Pictures Usuarey Bootteccer—Darn it, I wish I knew where I could get one good I could not drink for me own personal use. Blame Art . . For objecting. Stupid Cupid Herr Tuetuerince was tall, slim, handsome, athletic and the scion of an old family. He danced adorably, played a good game of Mah Jongg and looked delightful in golf knickers. Truly, a man to grace and ado any household! Yet Grace had curtly refused his proposal of marriage. Gus Blootz was stumpy, fat, homely and nobody could remember him any further back than about five or six months. He was cross-eyed, bow-legged and doted on playing | pinochle. In golf knickers he re- a sembled a cross between a pretzel and a soft-boiled egg, with the odds in i favor of the pretzel. Several of his { deceased relatives had laughed them- selves to death looking at him. He comicbooks.com