Judge — November 20, 1926 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Foreman (to workman with foot caught)—Aha! resting again are you? Making America Religion Conscious (Announcement is made that after Christmas a campaign to stimulate interest in religion will be launched with a commission of a hundred clergymen preparing the messages.) The Red-blooded Appeal AtteR a busy day at the office, as 7 you hop off the five twenty-six, what's more refreshing than a good liberal dose of old-fashioned religion? Mr. Man, you'll squeeze every joy drop out o’ life if you'll get hep to yourself and get religion. Handed out at all reputable churches. If your minister can’t take care of you, let us know and we'll fix you up, Mr. Man. Institutional Appeal Ever since Noah sailed in the Ark, ever since the Biblical Contracting Corporation built the Tower of Babel, religion has won new friends yearly. Surely such a glorious record must mean something. Ask the man who's got it. The Testimonial Appeal “We could never get anywhere. Men who worked at the same bench YOU ARE A LIAR SAID THE BOBBY COURTEOUSLY A little water cress often serves as a good substitute for hair if one is bald, as this “peachy” tale illustrates. Said Mrs. Marchbanks to her husband, ‘that sermon Doctor Goosie gave this morning was a wow! Her husband retorted, ‘maybe it was, but he read the whole thing!” “Say, guy,” re- sponded his wife, “that would have been a swell sermon even if he had whistled it!” Her “hubby” didn't even let out a peep at that. with me became traffic managers and floorwalkers. But I always stayed in arut. One day, Jim, who works the stamping machine, said to me, “Art, you're making a failure of life. What you need to get is religion.” That night the little woman and I pondered Jim’s words. The next morning I stepped into the church of Doctor Richardson. “Doctor,” Isaid, “I want some religion.” In two minutes I had some. That was ten years ago. To-day I am an elevator operator and rising every minute. The French or Perfume Ad Appeal Would madame or monsieur cul- tivate that chic—that fragile some- thing—that ma 0 many people popular? Ah, it is only necessary to go at once to the corner church and get religion. Tres simple. Hugh Wood Fae During the recent bout between Mike McTigue and Jack Delane: of Mike’s adherents kept yelli “On the jaw, Mike, on the jaw!’ His words must have had some effect, too, because that is where Mike eventually got it. one 14 comicbooks.com ——