Judge — July 31, 1926 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Packing "Em In on Sundays = The Latest Method of Snaring a Con- CANT'¥YOU SEE_I'M' DAFFY ABQCUT, gregation YOU SADIEP INQUIRED SIR HENRY “WZ ov look kind of forlorn, Brother Prudhomme,” said the Rev. Thomas Dickinson, as he drove his snappy sport roadster to the curb- ing. “What's the main aggrava- tion?” “Poor attendance,” sighed the Reverend Prudhomme, depositing his left foot on the running board of the automobile. ‘Most of my parishioners belong to the Ritzamere Country Club. You know what that means.” “Ah, yes,” said the Reverend Dickinson, as he selected a cork tip cigarette from a monogrammed case. “You're stymied.” spoke about Ruth and Naomi last Sunday, and the inspiring tale of their devotion attracted exactly twenty persons. I hate to say it, but I think they came in because it was shady. My sermon had no reference to golf. Outside of my immediate family, there were just six women in the pews.” “A poor paid attendance,” com- mented the Reverend Dickinson, as e tapped ag cigarette. I think I IS IT HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? now what your trouble is, Brother . . ‘ . Prudhomme—you're heaving the All ladies and children under fourteen should not listen to the following: wrong line of chatter.” Sadie, who suffers from the heat, could bear it no longer and remarked to her “T'm what!” ejaculated the other friend, Sir Henry: “Gee whiz, Johnny, wouldn't it be swell if a plate of ice ecclesiast. cream should come right up out of the floor in front of met” Sir Henry, “You're distributing the wrong who is a “‘joshing” fellow, retorted instantly, “Oh, no, I'd hate to have a bresren cuite oho cn then coolness spring up between us!” ‘This novel aspect of the situation took the se id 3 big cash prize. music; your noise is a flop.’ ampli- fied the Reverend Dickinson, ex- haling a cloud of smoke. ‘Don't chill *em—thrill "em. Put some benedictine in your benedictions! “My word!” gasped the Reverend Prudhomme, mopping his forehead. ok at me,” said the Reverend Dickinson, as he yanked his brother churchman into the car, “I’m located across the street from a first-run moving picture theater and there is a cabaret on the same block and a dairy lunch-room, and yet I have the biggest church attendance in the country. Have you seen my new electric sign?” “No,” said the Reverend Prud- homme faintly. “Well, you ought to. This week (Continued on page 27) comicbooks.com