Judge — August 15, 1925 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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San Wire—Now, John, is there anything we've forgotten? Joun (sarcastically)—There's the piano, my dear. Farina Another Hot Cereal by the Same One Who Cooked Up “Oatmeal” Synopsis of Previous Installments Cre Frencu Cre Arion sat in his tent in the middle of the frozen dessert just as Mae Bea Dissy was about to meet Jack Dempsey in a free for all, winner lose, bout at the altar, but unwittingly the Russian Counsel, thinking it was a charity bazaar, bid 500 in spades. This caused international complications, forcing Dempsey to hurry to his riveting machine in the shipyards, and the sheik to enter the movies on a long-time contract to play op- posite, if at all. Whereupon, the mother of Cla- rissa, thinking that Hammond, Ind., was not a good enough match for her daughter, struck another and they both got lit. This led to a protracted journey to the Orient and Chinatown, where they would still be if the villainous stockbroker had not pur- sued them with a couple of tongs saying that he was a heavy sugar papa and that if she didn’t like it she could two or one lump it. “Bobby, your music teacher is coming—have you washed your face and hands?” “Yes, mam.” “And your ears?” “Well, ma, I washed the one that will be next to her.” Some one, possibly some one else, then arose to the situation and asked how many lumps and a good tea was had all around the Mulberry bush, which accidentally sprang out of the question whether Charles Evans Hughes was standing on his: con- stitutional right or his game left the last time he hopped a train of thought causing the Detroit Free Press to run the headline “Beaver Falls.” As soon as this good news was cir- culated, a messenger rushed in with the good tidings that the annual pic- nic of TheBottle Emptiers & Washers Association would be postponed on account of the rum blockade and Mirabelle swooned, leaving the party in an uproar, but the young district attorney, with his usual presence of mind, drove the thing into a ditch causing it to turn turtle and win the race with the hare, a downroar if there ever was one. (Look for the next installment— Reward to any person or persons finding same or giving any informa- tion that may arrest it. In the case of a tie, batwings will be worn by baseball players during the early part of the month.) Carroll comicbooks.com