Judge — April 9, 1927 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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“Now you're talking sense,” approved the salesman. “It don’t take you long to see the point. Probably a couple of dozen would take care of your immediate needs. Kindly sign on the lower right hand corner of the order.” He shoved a fountain pen at Mr. Dough and waited. “Stop!” They both turned to stare at a newcomer who had _ interrupted them. This athletic looking per- son stood with hand upraised waiting for the full attention which he already had secured. “I'd like to see that pen,” he declared, taking it from the trem- bling hand of Mr. Dough. “Do you realize that without a good fountain pen your salesman- ship would be wasted?” he de- manded of the salesman. ‘“Sup- pose your prospect should drop the pen and step on it like this,” he said, suiting the action to the words. The pen cracked under the weight of his heel and a little puddle of ink formed on the floor. “Now, if you had owned a Sparker Indistructo that never could have happened,” the new- comer explained cheerfully. “Here is one of our pens. Try to break it. This pen has been thrown from aeroplanes. You can drive it through a half inch pine board without harming it in the least. Colonel Bullhouser, the African explorer, killed a man-eating tiger with one. A gentleman needs a pen in each suit and sev- eral for the family. How long since you gave your wife a foun- tain pen?” “TIL buy one,” the Fire-foe man offered. “You'll take a dozen or none,” the pen man retorted. “I’m a salesman, not an ordertaker.” “Stop!” Another salesman entered and elbowed his way up to Mr. Dough. “It is in such emergen- cies as this, sir, that you need a bullet-proof vest,” he declared. “Protect yourself. 11,435 inno- cent bystanders were killed last year.” “Is your bullet-proof vest ab- solutely guaranteed to shed bul- Jets?” queried Mr. Dough with interest. “You can shed cannon balls with it,” the vest man assured him. “Fair enough,” Mr. Dough agreed as he drew a revolver from his desk and fired point-blank at his latest visitor. Chew The pen salesman looked con- temptuously at the still form on the floor. “Nowa ” he ob- served, “any guy that isn’t pre- pared for a demonstration of his product ought to be shot.” S228 “Karl, is the man who just gave you a cigar a friend of yours?” “T dont know; I haven’t lit the cigar yet.” —Faun, Vienna \TUNNYBOVES A scientist is a person who makes a mountain out of a molecule. | ‘udge pays $5 for each one printed ENTYNE ..and smile/ Irs your smile that makes people like you —not your frown. And your teeth are a big part of your smile. Teeth form the background. Keep your teeth attractive—a flash of snowy white behind your smile. Chew delicious Dentyne, the gum that keeps breath sweet, teeth clean and pearly white. " sit ‘ #% Mothersill's prevents exhaustion, nausea, dizziness and faintness of Train Travel. Journey by Sea, Train, Auto, Car or Air in Health and Comfort. 3 75c. & $1.50 at Drug Stores or direc © _ The Mothersill Remedy Co., Ltd. New York ‘Montreal For busy men and women — Abbott’s Bitters, a_ delightful tonic and invigor- ator—sample by mail 25 cts. C. Abbott & Co., Baltimore, Md. comicbooks.com | | |