Judge — December 12, 1925 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Christmas Seals Stamp Out Tuberculosis The National, State and Loca Tuberculosis Associations of the United States ———————————————— JUDGE 627 West 43d Street, New York, N.Y. I want JupcE for myself. I have checked below the offer I accept. l ey Herewith is $1.00 (check, cash, stamps, money-order} for 10 eee ot pneyaaece) Herewith find $5.00 (check, cash, money-order) for one year's subscription to JUDGE. : Shipwrecked Husband—Hullo! Some people! By Jove! It’s the Smiths who were on board with us. Wife—The Smiths? My dear, we didn’t know them on board and we certainly can’t know them here. The Sweet Buy and Buy (Continued from page 6) employees dashed out of office doors into the halls at each new outburst, as if the force of the Flubb indignation was physically propelling them out- ward. The Flubb temper was seething. “Tobias has been in Florida six weeks,” shouted Henry Flubb to Miss Moffet, efficient secretary and shock absorber for the Flower Pot King. ‘No business from him ex- cept a little order for three dozen geranium pots. It’s costing us $15 a day to keep him and that flivver going. That’s $1,080 to date, Miss Moffet. What have we to show for it? Weather reports and that con- stant alibi about the Little Eva Company, being able to ship from Jacksonville at lower freights. I thought he could sell, but he’s prob- ably loafing, the shiftless—” “Telegram for you,” interrupted Miss Moffet, blushing becomingly, as she always did in the presence of the jolly Western Union boys. Mr. Flubb ripped it open and emitted a roar that shattered two panes of glass across the street. The wire read: Miani, Fla. Henry Fivss, New York City. Authorized by your Mister Tubb we have purchased for your account 2,000 acres near Miami for the new Flubb Flower Pot factory. Cost $100,000. Gyp & Gyp, Realtors. Flubb sputtered and gasped. “Water, water!” he. bellowed, his neck and face tinted a beautiful lobster red. Three office boys opened those windows that had not been broken by his roar. Mr. Norris, bookkeeper, held chunks of ice to the —Humorist massive Flubb forehead. The add- ing machines were silenced. It was requested that Miss Perkins, tele- phone operator, temporarily suspend her staccato gum-chewing operations. The typewriters were mute. Grad- ually, the Flubb temperature de- scended to nearly normal and the Flubb blood pressure came down a few pegs. Then Miss Moffet handed Henry Flubb another telegram: Palm Beach, Fla. Henry Fivuss, New York City. Bought for you 1,500 acre site near Palm Beach for new Flubb Flower Pot Factory authorized by Tobias Tubb. Cost to you $200,000. Dixie Realty Associates, “Send for my wife,” faintly whis- pered Henry Flubb. “I’m not long for this world. That boy has ruined me.” The shades were lowered and the help dismissed for the day. Many protested, saying they’d rather work than go to the movies, but with whips and revolvers the office manager drove them out. When all was silent, Miss Moffet, trembling like a subway platform, handed another telegram to the slightly comatose Henry Flubb. Daytona, Fla. Henry Fuss, New York City. You now own 2,000 acre site outside of Daytona for new Flubb Flower Pot Factory purchased by your Mister Tobias Tubb. Tweedeldum & Tweedeldee, Realtors. “He’s gone mad!”’ shrieked Henry Flubb, rising from his chair. “He's wrecked the oldest flower pot com- pany in America. Oh, Flubbs,” he moaned, turning to the Flubb family portraits on the office walls, “to think that I brought this shame on you.” comicbooks.com