Judge — June 25, 1927 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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Jeff brought his car to a sudden stop and raced across the street into the doorway of No. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed and Jeff did not appear. Then a strange and wonderful almost an unbelievable—thing happened. Loyal old No. 187,261 deliberately left the tracks and rolled over to the house to peer into the basement windows. There the good trolley saw Jeff bending over the prostrate form of Hulda, who weighed two hun- dred pounds, which is too much for any man to carry, even if he is in love. The car blew its whistle sharply and some passers- by ran into the house and helped Jeff carry Hulda into No. 187,- 261, where the poor girl was tenderly laid on one of the seats. Then the faithful trolley backed out to the sidewalk and started to roll down Hutchison evard where there were no Swiftly it raced through y, turning corners and cut- ting across sidewalks. Pedes- trians and motorists fled before the iron monster on a rampage. Traffic lights blinked on and off —but to no avail. Finally, after racing down Main Street and cutting left to Englewood Avenue, old No. 187,261 came to a stop in front of the City Hospital, JUDGE = DinAFOR HOUSEBOAT Should She Ask Him In? “Say, look here, ole fellow, I'm getting a little tired of \ taking all these jumps alone!” where Hulda was tenderly carried out of the car. That was six months ago. When Hulda recovered from her chicken-pox, Jeff asked her to be- come his w and today the happy folks make their home on the front platform of the old trolley. Hulda has decorated the with cute little chintz curtains and it is one of the coziest homes in the city. Though it is pretty tiny, Hulda is satis- fied to be near Jeff, and some of their dinner parties have become the talk of the car barns. Thus they live happily on— Hulda and Jeff and good old No. 187,261. windows —Anrruur L. Lippmann September Morn “Darling,” said Mr. Whipple to his wife, “you must think of the future. “IT won't always be as young Old age Some and strong as I am now. will soon overtake me. morning I will wake and be un able to rise. I will want to get up and go about my accustomed work, but I will be a tired old man and I won’t be able to make it. “No, my love, I won't be able to make it much longer, so you'd better watch me cook breakfast Wanvex—I find this man is equipped with a double set of this morning and learn how to saw teeth. make it yourself!” —J.S. comicbooks.com