Judge — August 14, 1926 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Movie Plot Contest No. 3 Thicken the Plot Yourself! Below is printed the basis of a typical movie plot with great open spaces. Copy this plot on a separate piece of paper and fill in the spaces, or use the form below if you wish. JcdGE will pay $25 for the best filled in plot. By best, we mean the cleverest and funniest. One of these plots will be run each week, and a prize of $5 given each week for the best one. In case two or more Con- testants each submit the same win- ning plot each will receive the prize. You may submit as many plots as you wish. Contest No. 3 closes August 28, and the winning plot will be published in the September 18 issue. Send your plots to the PLOT EDITOR OF , 627 West 43d Street, New York. Young and beautiful Mrs. is a wife whose Since her is such a this makes her very unhappy, and she suspects that She employs a detective, who dis- covers that instead of . He is With a breaking heart, she leaves home, going to where, love triumphs and living happily ever after. ERES RAR IN THEM THAR MOUNTINGS MUTTERED PIERRE PAUL, THE PEDDLER, OR BOUND TO WIN If this one doesn’t give you a toothache, nothing will. The scene is a busy newspaper office. On all sides one hears the hum of typewriters and the swish of paste pots. Enter Gillooly, a young cub reporter. “Chief, where will I put this account of the man who fell and broke his back?” he asks the city editor. “Why, in the spinal column, of course!” replies the witty journalist. Is it any wonder that newspapermen drink? The Broadway Express Rex One—She leads with a vicious left to my right shin. I counter by digging her under the right eye with my straw hat, She adjusts hat pin. I dodge. My round. Round Two—She deposits gum on my new straw. Her round. Round Three—She powders her nose and my neck, mostly the latter. Electric fan suddenly begins to function and blows powder all over car. I sneeze in he r. Her round. Round Four—Fat man gets tired of me vibrating on his foot and sar- castically offers me seat. I accept. Next station I offer her my. seat. Rest of car looks at me as if I'm out of my head. She declines sweetly and says, “Thanks, but I'm getting off next station.” Her round. Round Five—I reply, “So am I.” The pedestrian who had been in the country and studied the frogs. I win by a knock out. LZ. B. Jr. comicbooks.com