Judge — February 12, 1927 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE if | i Now ee My Dash for the Pole rep, will you make a dash to the North Pole with me?” The speaker was none other than my friend Rodney Giblet, bosom companion of a hundred arduous explorations, with whom I had traversed the aming jungles of Central America, the icy tundras of northern Siberia, and the impregnable summits of the Hin “Will I?” I asked, “Rodney, old man, let’s start now, before anybody else gets there. But we shall first have to go to New York.” “Why?” “Because we are now in At- lanta, Georgia,” I replied, thus letting you, gentle reader, know just where we were at the time. “All right,” said Rodney, and inquired Rodney. Fast Row ¢ AIS)E - OnLy FIFTEEN BUCKS ONE IN THE Thor , BuDDY- ONLY TWELVE SMACKERS we went about our packing im- mediately. We packed only our first-aid kit of five bottles of Green Stripe and secured our reservations on the Orange Blos- som Express. Four days later we walked out of Pennsyly tion and into our hotel. Or our room, I hung up my clea shirt in a closet and put my clean collar under the bed, safe from prying e 5 “Now,” I. said, rubbing my hands and turning to Rodney, “let us drink to the success of our venture!” “T've thought of that,” de- clared Rodney, “in fact, I've al- ready rung for cracked ice and ginger ale.” A moment later Rodney blending ah nding one I said, raising my ve you the North “Keep it, old friend,” said Rodney magnanimously, “I don't want the So we filled the glasses again and drank to a speedy trip. About this time we began to feel thirsty, so we refilled the glasses and had a drink. The effort was so exhausting that we decided to have a drink. Just then there (Continued on page 25) One of the chief difficulties, according to a Floridian is, that in planning cities there, everything is prone to take root and grow. comicbooks.com