Judge, 1926-11-13 · page 27 of 36
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AB ‘, Sensuous” 9_y 3) sensuous here last.” | The Wile-heater | {' was a wife-beater, a twisted inisshapen — thing. and deformed, seemingly devoid of all vestiges of compassion, and—to all outward appearance—-with a soul as twisted and warped as his body There appeared to be no end to his hrutalities, but the worst: things in depraved life cannot endure foreve the end, he killed her... Even their child und, in it looked a mere babe in arms—was not exempt from his cruelty. His attacks were of almost daily They were the talk of the people of the litte town. whe occurrence. although they dared not enter his house and interfer hered around it time after time, fascinated by what was being enacted within. Raised in anger would be heard his mingled with her and timorous. plead raucous voice plaintive cries ings for mercy. Then would: come the dull, sickening sound of blows. His brutality was exceeded only by his arrogance. He appeared to take a freakish delight in leaning from the window and braz: ily con fronting the deeply-moved crowd below, hurling epithets at them and seeming to gloat over and delight in the sensation he was creating. Even little children were the auditors, if not the objects, of his callous jests He killed her. He beat her to death ina moment of incredible and—surely this spoke of madt —broke into a almost exultant “Ha! Ha! Ha!” re sensational story of how, on the very scaffold, he contrived to evade the hangman, cannot he told here. The public, it is true, followed the But when the Punch and Judy man came around with the collection bag, they sud- denly lost all interest, and) faded if by magic. wild, unearthly shriek of laughter drama to the end. away d Passing Show toe Plamber-Ts this where you wrote for a plumber to come, lady? Lady of the House deed! Why To mat ‘couse. Plumber. in- T wrote last July! Come on, Bert—wrong Party wot wrote last) April we're looking for!” Passing Show Don’t you think ? It is by no means strange that men who want “something better” in cigarettes turn to Fatima. All things considered: tobaccos, aroma, subtle delicacy, it would be extraordinary if they didn’t What a whale of a difference just a few cents make Myers Tosacco Co. Wife (to sick husband) ‘ol poullices every two hours and yer med’eine every three, the days ll Well, there’s one thing. “Erb. Wot with London Opinion comicbooks.com