Judge — July 11, 1925 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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S' ick N ESS The nauséa of travel stopped at once. No other remedy has ever reeeived such glowing = testimonials of olipetiveness, It Its use meahs fe- @ $:,30 at Drug Si 2 eft we boaters ‘The Mothersill Retaedy Co. N. Y. City Clear ae. Eee eeaied Sraee ae Fae See | Notice to Judge Contributors ‘O MANUSCRIPTS will be re- N turned unless accompanied by stamped and addressed return envelope, and owing to the thousands of contributions sent into this office each week, it is impossible to enter into personal correspondence regard- ing Donot enclose postage for FUNNY- BONES or EPILAUGHS as they will not be returned. In cases of duplication, the first ‘one received will be accepted. For prompt attention address manuscripts, in separate envelopes, to the following departments: Manuscripts—Literary Editor of Juvce, Funnybones—Funnybone Editor of JupcE, Crossword Puzzles — Crossword Puzzle Editor of Jupce, Epilaughs—Epilaugh Editor of Junce, 627 West 43d Street, New York City Vigilant Householder (to cat burglar)—Come on now, quick, hands upl Summing Up (Continued from page 16) as old Agnew Doolittle was about to foreclose the mortgage on the hero’s humble cottage; the play in which an old man drank a vase of magic schnapps and was instantly trans- formed into a gay young dog with an eye for the girls; the play in which the young daughter didn’t recognize her own mother in the wicked bache- lor’s apartment because her mother’s back was turned; the play in which a musician found the inspiration for his greatest composition only when he got leprosy; and the play in which a clergyman was started on the road to perdition by seeing a woman loosen her shoulder-straps. Those of my flock who reside far from the great art markets of Broad- way will perhaps believe that I am indulging in an unseemly humor and that no such dudelsocks as I have —Printer’s Pie described could conceivably have figured among the season’s exhibits. But they are wrong. I have de- scribed the morsels with illuminating accuracy, if without sentiment. And, what is more, I haven’t told the half of it. I have deliberately omitted mention of the play in which a man who was dead sick of his wife was somewhat puzzlingly brought to go back to her when he laid eyes on a girl who, he openly confessed to the audience, was the berries; the play in which the audience’s sympathy was invoked for a half-wit who babbled about flowers, threw a fit when he saw a man kiss a girl, and KATY WRACKS Wels ‘a sentence with the werd /4 Helicopter” i, “How the hel- copter necklace no one knows.” comicbooks.com