Judge — January 29, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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“Gosh, this ain’t no hardware store!” the blonde retorted. “It isn’t hardware,” Googerty ex- | plained, loudly and distinctly. “It’s fish—canned fish—a can of tikker- snips. You'll find it down there | among the sardines.” The girl made an indifferent and unsuccessful search. | “We ain’t got no can of snicker- | snaps,” she declared. “I said a cap of stikkersnicks,” snapped Googerty, “not a cat of stippersnicks, a kack of nikkerstips, a— At this moment the proprietor came in. “Mr. Cook, this gemman says he wants a pan of skippertacks,” an- nounced the blonde. “No!” shouted Googerty, wildly. “Not a pan of skikkertaps, a skan of tikkerpaps, I mean a skin of spapper- tiks, a skak of spippertins, a snack of tinkippers, a—a—a—” | “Just a moment,” begged Mr. Cook, and, taking the blonde aside, he instructed her to slip into the booth and phone the police. “Now,” he said, sparring for time, ‘ANVASSER— Madam, can I sell you a contrivance to start your furnace? “the fresh—er—snapsnickers will be “You blind sap—T've got one!” here in a few minutes. You see, I Tales of Missing Men I. The Weird Case of Andrew Googerty At NINE o'clock on the morning of October 1, Andrew Googerty left his home in Harlem to do a little shopping for his wife. He was, at the moment, a perfectly sane, normal man, except that he loved Mrs. Googerty and fully intended to re- turn to her within ten minutes. One block from his home he stop- ped at Cook’s delicatessen. There was a new girl behind the counter, one of the type which gentlemen are supposed to prefer, with large, blue eyes into which Andrew could look and clearly see the light shining on the back of her skull. “I want a tin of kippersnacks,” said Googerty, genially. The girl giggled. She just loved to be kidded. “Awgwan,” she answered. “Is yer false teeth loose?” “I have no false teeth,” replied y-— Ws Googerty, slightly annoyed. “I want Customer (in restaurant)—Can I get something to drink here? a kin of tippersnacks, I mean I want “Certainly, sir, but if you want anything to eat you'll have to send out a pin of snipperkacks.” Sor it.” 14 comicbooks.com