Judge — February 12, 1927 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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Agatha’s Failure (Continued from page 15) pany out somewhere near Walla Walla, Washington. Amy. play fourteen shows weekly besides a new script for next bust. When she gets her ry it’s thirty-five bucks a When she doesn’t get it. it’s the same. Anna plays a maid in a fine drama that has just completed © | its third year on Broadway. Near the end of the second act she '5 saunters out and dusts the fur- | niture. The prop. man rings a | hell off-stage and Anna exclaims, | “It must be the marster.” ‘Then | she removes her make-up and wraps herself around a cruller be- | fore retiring. Foolish gatha didn’t develop her drat possibilities. She kept hanging around the dance halls and developed into a pretty good hoofer. Today she’s pull ing down five thou a week doing the Black Bottom and Charles- ton for a Broadway revue. She's got a maid, a chauffeur and a millionaire husband. = Agatha’s got lines too, if you know what I mean—only they're not the speak- ing kind. Epinocue: Don’t show this article to your | young daughters. It may ‘give | them wrong ideas. | —Hugh Wood BLS A man rushed into a tobacco- nist’s shop. “This cigar you sold me,” he said, “it’s—it’s simply frightful.” “Well, you needn't complain,” said the tobacconist. “You've only | got one. I've got thousands of the | beastly things.” —Pearson’s Weekly Solution of Last Week’s Puzzle RIATP VEIL {for the love of Pete, what became of your Bay Window? _ a It's gone and gone for good Boy! | feel years younger/ F AT waisttines reduced quickly—by new youth-giving bel you take, the live rubber nd sets wu i " r blood that quickly comicbooks.com