Judge — September 11, 1926 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Lost Opportunity SHE was a nice girl, sweet and in- nocent looking, with starry blue eyes and a saucy little nose that be- spoke the saving grace of humor. I know she would have catered to me and waited on me, in fact, done every- » thing within her power for me, but 1 was undecided, Til admit, it was my fault. 1 don’t blame the girl. 1 let her go. She waited for me as long as she could, but there were others and that’s the way things go. Several times Twas on the point of speaking, telling her of my: selec- tion and wondering what she would say, but [guess I was afraid of a negative answer. Or maybe I was just undecided. J Anyway. as I said, she waited foro Ee LZ l Y- made fiapestlions on her. time and 4 QUICK! WATSON THE NEEDLE! yw wv she was taken from me. Tsay MUTTERED HOLMES IN Al WHISPER? at incorrectly. Actus she left s ne ‘though 1 dow ame her. I There have always been a lot of “Wise Crashers” down in good old Far blame myself wholly. Kraway, but Sherlock: Holmes (age twelve. 174 Beach Boulevard) is the However: ‘aller’ seid "ieem: gone “Wisest.” Said he toa friend recently, “I hit father with my car the other half an hour I came to a final decision day.” “Well. father was getting on.” rejoined the boy friend. “I know,” and wished for her. Oh, how I shot back: Sherlock, “but I crumpled the mudguard!” Wasn't that a honey longed for that girl, Butin vain. I of a reply? lingered and said nothing, hoping against hope that she'd return to me. The Riddle Solved! Finally, unable to bear it any longer. Tcalled the head waitress and raised an awful rumpus about the service. use blaming myself too much, 1 figured, Carroll SIS Ho won the war?” With characteristic modesty, each of the allied nations has answered. “We did!” With: characteristic skepticism, Prof. Gohnon A. Rampage, super-sleuth of the De- partment of Justice (so-called), en- gincered an investigation of his own, as a result of which he hands. the palin to France and places the laurel “Tiere’s where Idrive another argument home,” said the taxi man, as Mr. and Mrs. Peck stepped into. his ear. If they make the tops much lower. and bay leaves upon the shaggy brow of General leni. Tt will he conceded, maintains the erudite explorer of the realms of fancy, that the early days of the World War witnessed the turning point of that titanic struggle. Then it was that the crafty Gallieni com- mandecred Parisian taxicabs to ex- pedite the transportation of poilus to the battle front. By this stroke of strategy—almost fiendish in conception and execution Gallieni placed himself with the world’s immortals, declares the sage professor, for those who have ever voyaged abroad in French taxis’can well appreciate that at the conclusion of such a trip the fare is in a mood to annihilate an army: single-handed! “We hold these truths to be self-evident—that all men are created equal.” Rosirell J. Powers comicbooks.com