Judge — January 29, 1927 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Saw something really new the other day... . on a Junior Leaguer y spats which came up nearly to the knee... . the flap which covered the instep was em- broidered in colors ..... very attrac- tive. One of the “My Dears” received a leopard skin from a boy friend who had been on a big game hunt . she wears the whole thing, legs and all, for a wrap... .. it's most gorge- ously exoti Dear! .... another knock. .. “Dear Judgette: I must say you are way behind the times if you say ‘Messin’ round’ is a new dance! It has been out in New Orleans and other points South for ages. It’s not very nice, [must admit, to have some- body knock you the very first time you publish “High Heels,’ but I just had to correct you for your own sake because it’s just terrible to display such ignorance!—and not maybe S.H.”.... you're right! . just terrible and not maybe : the only excuse I have for my de- linquency is that I was frightfully busy at the time getting the dope on the Battle of Bull Run. Have you seen the new (I'm almost afraid to say that!) “Black Bottom” hats? . . . . the top may be any color with the brim black underneath and turning up saw the cutest hats in “Peg; +... gray felt the shape of ator’s helmets, covered with silver disks about the size of dollars, and a strap under the chin. Brother, Dear, suggests I start a “Hidden Apollo” contest among the girlies... all right!..... I saw the best looking man going into George Olsen’s Saturday night ..... he was a blonde and got out of a Wills Sainte Claire roadster! aS Two more kicks! .... the most adorable pair of rose quartz high heels from the Castlecliffe company . they column and I suspect... The Six Best “‘Steppers:” “You Know That I Know” (Oh, se). ing’ ” (Betsy). “Blue Skies” (Betsy). “As Long As I’m With You” (No Show). “Where’s That Rainbow” .{nn). alking to the Moon” (No Show). (Peggy- EL Proof Te Lunacy Commissioners watched the defendant closely. He seemed to be a man of normal mind. He was calmly answering the questions of the lunacy commission counsel, and the charge of insanity against him seemed unsustained. “This man’s not crazy,” the chair- man whispered. “Certainly not,” agreed a member. At that moment the counsel started a rapid-fire series of ques- tions. “Do you drink?” he demanded of the defendant. “Certainly, sir, whenever I can get hold of any good stuff from a reliable bootlegger,” replied the de- fendant. “Sane!” whispered the chairman. “Do you smoke?” asked the prose- cutor. “Why, yes, sir,” the defendant re- plied, smiling. “I began smoking when I was quite a youngster, hiding out in the barn with my father’s pipe and later stealing cigars from the fellows who called on my sister.” ane!” muttered a juror. “Do you swear?” continued the attorney. “When the occasion demands, I do, sir,” answered the defendant. ne!” the jurors nodded. The attorney seemed _ baffled. Then he produced a paper from his files, a receipt from an automobile company. “Ts it true,” he yelled at the de- fendant, while the lunacy commis- sion members leaned forward, “that you paid cash in full for your auto- the defendant answered. Immediately the jury brought in a verdict of insanity in the final stages. G. Hilton Butler _} Out of the frying pan... into the fire. comicbooks.com