Judge — November 27, 1926 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Exasperated Husband (handing a tear-stained wife Hisnote-case)— Here, for goodness’ sake stop erying in the street and go and buy the beastly hat! Wife—You are a darling! Just hold this onion a moment. —London Opinion What's In a Name? | WANT to go to a—to a—what do you call it? Oh, 1 know —a phrenologist.” I was rather surprised to hear that. Delia, as a rule, professes only con- tempt for that sort of thing. “Are you sure you do?” I said. “Of course, I'm sure,” said Delia. “Do give me credit for knowing my own mind, They've never given me any trouble all my life till now, but just this week they've been quite painful.” “What have?” I said. “Oh, you are silly! “Didn't you hear me go to a phrenologis “Yes, dear,” I said, soothingly. No doubt at all that she was feeling under the weather. But I believe in humoring one’s wife, so with a great deal of trouble aid Delia. that I must Slogan for retue producers: This is the dawn of a nude day. ‘Judge pays $5 for one printed I found a reputable phrenologist and made an appointment for her. “Well,” I said, when she returned, “how did you get on?” “He didn’t do me a bit of good,” she said. “He just talked about my character and felt my head.” “Well, what did you expect him to do?” I asked. “They always do that.” “Do the; said Delia. “It seems to me quite the wrong work. I suppose the ide brai y to set to is that the 's the center of everything, and the treatment sort of reaches them frem the brain. But it seems to me very roundabout.” 1 looked at her rather anxiously. “I shouldn’t mind if it had made them feel any better,” she went on, “but they feel ju s they did before I went, and he charged me quite a lot of money. I think it was such cheek: to discuss my character.” Just then Mrs. Brown came in. “Lye been spending the morning at the chiropodist's,” she said, cheer- fully. “I want to keep in good form for tennis. One gets so chilblainy in the winter.” Delia stared at her open-mouthed, a light dawning in her eyes. “Chiropodist!"” she said, slowly. “Of course—why, that was the word I was trying to think of.” Loudon Opinion Old Dear—Conductor—are you quite sure this is my "bus? Long-suffering Passenger—Well, lady—anyone would think so, at any —Passing Show comicbooks.com