Judge, 1927-06-11 · page 21 of 36
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JUDGE “Of course, I didn’t believe the liar, but as long as I'd been fool enough to pay any attention to him at all, I thought I might as well go through with it. Well, to make a long story short, about one o'clock this afternoon we ar- rived at the river and there wasn’t a soul in sight except a fat Irish girl in a red bathing suit swim- ming around near the shore. Now Hal,’ I demanded, ‘where in hell’s this pearl of yours ?” “‘Ha, ha, ha,’ he shrieked, ‘right in front of you. See that girl in swimming? Ha, ha, ha, well, that’s Pearl O'Sh. and she tips the beam “But he got no further; with a sudden lunge I pushed him far out into the muddy water.” —Jack Suvrrieworrit ighnessy SSS Cop—The chief wants to know why so many of your customers are passing in their checks. Druggist—V'm afraid 1 made a mistake when I gave that former telephone girl a job as prescription clerk. The “Ne Petter’s Lake, Maine. The Esthetic Dancers take up tennis! Mother—Daughter, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your life at college “Sit down and take a load off your roller skates, Ma. My life is an open tabloid.” rs’ Dive” from two spring-boards as practised at Popular Lyric (Music on Request) What could be finer Than life out in China? Explosions and bangs Midst the Yens and the Changs, Lanterns that hang high In beautiful Shanghai, A moon neat and fancy O’erlooking the Yangtse? The whistle is blowing. Excuse me I’m going. Chorus: So good-bye New York with your night-clubs and _ traffic. Ta-ta to the theatres, farewell to the Grafie. You may love your Kentucky or beautiful West I care not for Dix the best coast You can have / Carolina, But I’m boarding the steamer and heading for China. —Parke Cummins BS Dulcie —My husband swore last night that he’d have his own or bust. Dora—What happened? Dulcie—I busted him one. ast. ; I'm off to sammy or old See If a black cat crosses the path of a motorist, it’s a lucky cat. 19 comicbooks.com