Judge — January 1, 1927 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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The Emperor's New Suit W= here we are again and it’s a wonder we ever got back from that week-end what with some half-wit or other pumping gin into you and two fat girls hanging around your neck telling you what a swell piece “Valencia” is and how the doctor told her to lay off starchy foods or she would have a full beard by Christmas or something. So just give us a chance to get this bromo down and we'll give you the dirt on The Emperor's New Suit. Well, it seems there was an em- peror named Charlie or something and he was a nut about clothes. In those days nobody had heard of “Vanity so this bird had to make up his styles as he went along. If you or we was to get a half a dozen neckties from our Aunt Hester for our birthday, we would give them to the smoke who runs the elevator, but Charlie would think something like that simply perfect. He used to change his shirt every day and some- times wash his hands twice a day. Everybody around the _ palace thought he balmy and small wonder. His idea of heaven was a place where the angels looked like Hart, Schaffner & Marx ads and everybody washed their face before King Chas. looks over his new togs. breakfast. He was that daffy. So one day along came a couple of nifties from the big city and the had a swell scheme up their sleeve. They put an ad in the paper with a fancy line about their swell place on Fifth Avenue and how the Prince of Wales felt like a white wings unless he had one of their suits on. Right F the king sent them down a k in advance and told them to get ready some cloth as he needed some new ra So the boys hired a sh room and after about a week they we called up the king and told him to send down his minister. King Charlie couldn't figure out what they wanted a minister for but he thought they might be planning on getting mar- ried, so he sent down half a dozen of them. But the error was rectified and the laugh was on the king; so when they told the poor apple who they wanted, he sent down the prime minister to look over the layout. The two grifters met him at the door and gave him a big hand. “I'd like to see the cloth you got for the king,” says the minister. “Oh, yeh, the cloth!” says the boys giving each other the shut-eye, and they took him in the next room and showed him an empty counter. “How’s this for natty material?” says one of them in a big way, mak- ing passes as if he was handling some goods. The minister couldn’t see anything there but he figured that if he said so, they would report him to the king, so he pulled a big stall and told them it was lovely. “Well, boys,” he says after a while, “I got to run along to the pal: Don’t take any wooden nickels; they warp. So long!” » long,” 's one of the boys, “no wonder they call you the prime (Continued on page 24) Hicu Pressure Boss—What are you doing here? “Waiting for my train?” “Well, make it snappy—make it snappy!” comicbooks.com