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In three words... NOT too much Turkish, not too Jittle Turkish; . . i neither over-rich nor commonplace . . . But just enough Turkish ... there, in three words, is the secret of Fatima’s extraordinary delicacy li LOVE’S' AWAKENIWC OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT The big laugh this week comes from Harriet Schmoltz of 44 Eastern Park- | way. inthe Bron. Harriet and a boy frirnd were talking over fancy ways of dying, a good pastime for a hot day. Said Harriet: “Shure, and Vd rather be burned to death than be beheaded, Flanigan.” “And why?” queried the little fellow, “Well parricd the inaiden eoyly. “Who wouldn't prefer a lot roast to a cold chop?” 1 natty come-back drew tears to Flani- gan'’s eyes. Going too Far "R AT-A-TAT-TAT.” ic old tna Seated by the fire: side, jumped upinalarm—tohim there | was something sinister in that sound. | “Come in,” he cried, as he sat hack in his chair, putting his un- | lighted pipe in his mouth through What a whale of a difference just a few cents make sheer nervousness. A peculiar silence followed, so peculiar that it could almost be felt. The chiming of the hour by the clock on the mantelpiece broke the carts & Mites Tosaces Co. tension. The old man took his’ pipe from his mouth and waited. “Rat-a-tat-tat.” once more re- sounded through the room. “Come in.” almost shouted the old man. as he stared with a vacant look at the door. He rose as if to go and answer the simmons, but sat down again and passed his hand over his moist fore- iF Rat-a-tat-tat. Rat-a-tat- For heaven's sake, come in,” screamed the old man. ‘The door opencd with w jerk and his landlady entered. “Look here. professor,” she ex- claimed. “I don’t mind you knock- ing the ashes out of your pipe into the an cape fireplace, but for wares take dont DRAMA BY THE SEA Keep yaliing cut *Conte ie? every tinie Impecunious Hero (after thrilling reseue)—Good heavens! My tailor! vou do itl? Passing Shou London Opinion comicbooks.com