Judge — August 1, 1925 — page 33: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“Why have you tied that string on your finger, Mabel?” “To remind me to get the Ladies’ Number of JupGE next week.” which was an old feature half a dozen years ago on one of the Atlan- tic City piers, In this exhibit, a number of wax dummies are ar- ranged in attitudes of murder, arson, mayhem, rigor mortis and the like “and provide a spectacle as weirdly exciting as a Baptist Sunday school stereopticon lecture. It is estimated that on every hot day during the season the crowds at Coney consume 20,000 gallons of Croton water filtered through red cheesecloth in the belief that they are drinking cherry nectar. Another thing that the crowds go in heavily for is something known as floss candy. This is candy spun out into a mass of fluff which tastes like a piece of sugar that was brought up in a mucilage factory. The daily net total of a “Did your husband appreciate the scarf I knitted for him?” “Oh, mum, it came in most useful! ’E’s gone and ’anged ’isself with it.” stomachaches at Coney is modestly put at 32,000. There are still on view, of course, all the old familiar hornswogglers such as the cane-ringing game, the Japanese rolling game, the wheel of fortune, etc. It is estimated that more than five million jackasses have paid out their dimes in the last ten years at Coney to try to throw a three-inch ring around the five-inch top of an imitation gold-headed cane and have each and all duly muttered, “Oh, hell!” when the ring wouldn’t fit. It is similarly estimated that more than 4,000,000 googles have forked over amounts ranging from ten cents to a dollar to wily sons of the Mikado to try their hands at rolling up enough of a score to win the handsome floor lamp with the pink silk shade, only to win nothing more elegant than a five-cent pin tray or package of punk sticks. But once a yap, always a yap. Hence—vive le Coney! The Sure Way “What’s his number?” asked Bil- kins, as he picked up the receiver. “Main 5044,” answered his friend. “Operator,” said Bilkins into the mouthpiece, “don’t give me Main 5044.” —American Legion Weekly FAH Chester—My wife doesn’t under- stand me. Does yours? Lester—I don’t think so. I’ve never heard her even mention your name! —Answers FAH If America runs out of gold it can always fall back on discarded wed- ding rings. —Pickerill Service —London Opinion _ “POPULAR RADIO is without question the best radio magazine.” You will understand when you see it, how very interest- ing and valuable it is to every owner of a radio receiv. ing set and to every one considering building or buy- ing a The Magazine with the Silver Cover Teaspoonful of Abbott's Bitters on half Grapefruit, a delightful breakfast tonic. Sample bitters by mail 25 cts. in stamps. C. W. Abbott & Co., Baltimore, Md. SEND FOR THE INTERNATIONAL CATALOG Our net price list. Fall line of auto bodies and FOR FORD: Prices from $27.85 up. Factory to consumer direct—Pay only One Profit WTERNATIONAL BODY WORKS, 914 W. Ohio St., Dept. 1, Chicago, Ill. Le eae baie Barbers itch, Bene aar Bulargel Pores end Oily or Shiny Skin. FREE (oooh rane &.S.GIVENS, 224 Chomical Bidz., Kansas City, Mo. comicbooks.com