Judge — March 19, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE Youne BurGrar The front door’s unlocked, Pop. Senior (witheringly)—Are we porch-climbers, or aren’t we? The Artist “You big bum,” yelled the ex- Champion’s Manager, “you had a dozen chances to put that set-up away, just a poke in the jaw and the trick would have been turned, but what did you do? I ask you, what did you do? You didn’t hit him a real blow, and he in there begging for the sleeping powders, and you losing the title on points.” “But,” protested the late Champ, “if I’d hit him a good one yelped the ager. “A broken finger and a million dollars. That's what it’s going to mean to you to lose the title. A million, hard, round dol- lars. And you losing it because you were afraid you'd break a finger. O-0-0-0-0, somebody grab me quick before I break this dumb bell’s dome.” “But if I’d broken a finger,” explained the pug, couldn’t finish typing my ‘Recollections’ for the Saturday Evening Post.” Florenz says that the old-time thin chorus girl looked starved. Well, Flo, it wasn’t our fault—we did our best. Irish Stew The Smiths and the Weinburgs, the Stewarts and Steinburgs » decked out in gala array, A For, sure ain't the Ke the Reillys, the Skelly Paradin’ on St. Patrick’s Day? Bedecked with medallions and recking with scallions, The swarthy Italians appea All nations gregarious shine as vicarious Irishmen one day a year! The Greeks and the Czechos are swelling the echoes With “Erin Go Bragh!” Note the grin On radiant faces of polyglot races All claiming St. Patrick as kin. The Thracians, Alsatians and even the Asians, The Danish, Ukrainish and mere Protectorates trivial turn out con- vivial Irishmen one day a year. The Petrograd Trotzkies are dancing kazotzkies ; The Scotchmen are risking a fling. Begor’ 'tis worth secin’ the holi- day glee in The laundry of hoppy Hip Sing. The stern Teuton shows it by bel- lowing “‘prosit!” And quafing a seidel of beer. St. Patrick, be lenient with these convenient Trishmen one day a year! —Arrutr L. Lippmann Tue First Huspanp—Pull your skirt down! comicbooks.com