Judge — November 13, 1926 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Not the meeting of two long lost lovers—two total strangers avoid a couple of taxis. The Hell of It Te devil-in-chief greeted the new arrival by asking him his occupa- tion. “Tam a reformer,” was the answer. “A professional reformer, and one of the best in the busine “You're just the type of man we're looking for,” said the devil, “and we can place you immediately, There is plenty to keep you interested and occupied here. “I guess I'll get along all right,” replied the new arrival, “but it may be a little lonesome here for me.” “On the contrary, all your friends are here.” This from the devil. “Well, th: fine. I can join their organization immediately. I suppose it is supported by contributions “No,” answered the devi you reformers had enough money to burn on earth, you have none here. You must work for nothing. The place is beyond reforming, yet you must keep on trying to reform it, knowing all the while that you are not getting paid for it, and that your efforts will be futile. That will make you miser- able, of course, but the purpose of this place is to make you miserable. If you attempt to bribe officials with ice water, they will take your ice water and then double cross you. That’s what they're here for. Your intentions may be the best in the world, but this place is paved with good intentions, and we're giving you your paving contract right now. Get busy.” Motorist’s Primer | THE LADY DRIVER Does the lady driver need glasses? Oh, no. The lady driver does not need glasses. Could she see the signal? Oh, yes. She could see the signal. Why didn’t the lady driver stop? Because the lady driver does not believe in signs. Modern Myths “Cc yn’? find a single ca Your teeth are in perfect condition and they won't need my attention for at least five years,”” said the den- tist, ushering his patient to the door. “My latest novel compares very unfavorably with my earlier one declared the author as he presente his manuscript to the publisher. “Junior isn’t nearly as bright as other children of his age,” said his mother as she poured tea at her bridge. “He doesn't begin to com- pare with your little boy, Mrs. Allen.” “Thanks a thousand times for the aid the waiter, pocketing adime. am marrying you for your money, not your looks.” Then he placed the solitaire upon her finger. “This is Station WXL. Miss Dorothy Sheldon will screech a soprano Miss Sheldon has never appeared on any concert stage and probably never will.” Arthur L. Lippmann solo. ae Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Now I wonder who you are; Though the lights spell Claire de Lan, Aren’t you Clara Monahan? comicbooks.com ————