Judge — June 11, 1927 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE The Give-Away The President sat in his great swivel-chair and considered the letters of applicants for the Sec: ond Assistant Assistant S tary’s position, which was open. “Hmm,” he observed from time to time, and furrowed his brow. “I think,” ventured the First Assistant Assistant Secretary, “that this letter, from a man named Joseph Alger, sounds very well, sir.” The President read it, nodding approvingly as his marbly eye slid from smooth paragraph to smooth paragraph. The fellow appeared to have qualifications xperience . . . character references. Then a scowl of disappointment darkened the Official Visage as he came to the signature. He tapped it, cast the 5 . ose fy letter aside, AS,DETECTIVE PROBES LOVE NEST “He won't do,” he growled. ee nee . “Why not, sir? He writes well, Are you a failure in life? Are you undetermined, caustic, iteeemed to'me: And I ” childish, bloated or flabby? Then read this! An old nuisance “He's one of these correspon- named Aunt Hetty was walking through Sing-Sing interviewing dence selicol ‘executives: 1 Lavw the flotsam and jetsam. “Oh, you poor thing, how did you come vem.” to this?” she asked one of the lads behind the bars. “They drove "How ean you tell it, sir?” me to it, I swear they drove me to it!” exclaimed Gyp the Blood By thesway He sens hisimatie, wildly. “How do you mean?” inquired Aunt Hetty. “Sure they Lookit—-vou can read it. He's no did, in the Black Maria!” retorted Gyp, thereby earning his cutive. “Bride avistnie wove!" parole. Go thou and do liker —Srantey Jones When Absent-Minded People Get Together The little Jones boy was sick so they called the doctor and told him to come over right a The telephone girl gave them the wrong number, so they got the \ plumber's office. The plumber’s helper got the address wrong, so half an hour later the plumber ar- | rived at the home of the absent- minded _ professor. “Come in!” said the professor, as he slammed the door in the plumber’s face. But the plumber had forgotten his tools, so he had to return for them anyway. When the plumber got back to his office, there was another call waiting for him, so he went off on that and forgot the first one en- tirely. | And the absent-minded pro- fessor, also having forgotten the incident, never knew what it was | all about. Monxey—Say what you will—I’m gettin’ the worst o’ THIS. —R. C. O'Brien Tue Srartnc Con aries comicbooks.com