Judge — May 21, 1927 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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The Man who gambled with health and lost Your dentist knows the reason Too many men and women gamble with the cards stacked against them. Neglect wins and they pay their losses in priceless health. Don’t leave health to chance. Take these pre- ventive measures to protecs it against such a grim agent of destruction as Pyorrhea—the sinister enemy that receives high toll in health from 4 out of 5 after 4o and from thousands younger. Play Safe Sce that your dentist gives your teeth and gums a thorough examination at least twice a yea. And start using Forhan's for the Gums, today. Unlike ordinary tooth pastes, this dentifrice is sound health insurance. It contains Forhan’s Pyorrhea Liquid, used by dentists everywhere. If used regularly and in time, it wards off Pyorrhea or checks its course. Also, it firms gums, keeps tecth a lustrous white and protects them against acids which cause decay. Start using Forhan’s now. Teach your children to use it. They'll love its flavor. Atall druggists, 35¢ and 6oc. Formula of R.J.Forban,D.D.S. || Forhan Company, New York \ Forhan's for the gums More Than a Tooth Paste.... It Checks Pyorrhea Hottest Uke You Ever Saw Sooularsys 2 New Enends Everybody's ‘playing Topsy in lifelike: See lai ey The Missing Sunday I am going to reveal for the first time a story that has hither- to been suppressed, a story so nit strange that it will be hard to Uke. Ad, | deep tone. > and won- believe, a tale to tell the children of a winter night when the logs are crisply crackli and the dulcet strains of “Kiss Me Again” float sweetly out of the loudspeaker. At five minutes to twelve Saturday night, April 1 Patrolman Michael Flanagan was peacefully walking his beat on Euclid Avenue, Cleveland. As he passed the old brick church next to the livery ble the clock in the steeple struck twelve times. “‘” Sunday,” mused the honest patrolman, when sud- denly he stopped short and nearly swallowed his chaw of tobacco, for there was something strange, something ominous in the air. Long the gentle gendarme pon- BLOTCHY SKIN need annoy hes black. Treadn ete are Joickly dpelled by Resinol dered, long he scratched his hair and looked dumb. And_ then, like a flash of lightning, came the realization— Sunday had not arrived! True, the clock had struck twelve and, according to the calendar, this was Sunday, but the fact remained t had not come! The world in a vacuum. It neither Saturday nor it Monday. Breathlessly Flanagan raced to the police ‘phone. “Captain,” he panted, “Sunday is missing!” The cheeks of the gri police captain blanched and_ his hand shook little as he laid down the receiver. Within an hour this bulletin had been tele- graphed to every police depart- ment in America: “Sunday has disappeared. Conduct search at once. Sunday must be found be- fore the dawn.” ed old comicbooks.com