Judge — July 2, 1927 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE WIG. The Governor called me in the other day and spoke as follows: “Junior, I want you to broaden cut more! You are confining yourself too much to college stuff und drinking!” “Shall I join the navy and see the world?” I asked. “No,” he replied, “but travel more. Go places and do Take in the the Cover all the big up to Saratoga for the “Thank you, Sir,” I ces, was, in fact he’d never even scen a horse, but when I told him that you could win lots of money he was terribly excited... “Do you suppose I might win nine dollars?” he — hoarsed. . . “Easily,” I exclaimed, “if you know just where to get the right dope! Now they tell me that all Speakeasy proprictors perts on horse race are @x- It might be cricket if, before repairing to Belmont Park, we dropped in at several of the better places and cing. collected data on the sport of kings.” And so we did . and got some awfully good dope; but Mac wasn't satis- fied and insisted on stop- ping everywhere to pur- chase (buy) racing forms and dope sheets of every color and description... by the time we got out said, bowing deeply. “I’ve alw wanted to be a star reporter! to the track he was How about starting by investigat- loaded down with the ing the white slave traffic in darn things and didn’t Europe?” “No,” vouchsafed the a nickel left to bet ~yec_| Governor, taking off his pince- nez, “See America first! Go out to Belmont and cover the races.” — of Having a big nature, I lent him four dollars and we started Never having scen a horse sexrehing for’ a Bookie race in my life, I was : theve seemed “toy be thrilled no end... . Ma <9) little groups of them all didn’t know what a horse ) over the paddock, but they > 4 LK were so busy they wouldn't pay I flashed around care- any attention to us... . dollars Mac dropped ground bos seven lessly and roll on the right at the fect of a racy-looking gent, but it did no good , ... finally [ got my his. up enough, | courage to accost rough - look- ing man.... “Say. Mister, how do you get a bet on horse? He look- ed at me sus- piciously and growled, “Ya’ gotta be intro- bbed and but duced by someone !""... Mac and pulled him over asked him to introduce the Bookie had already turned his back on us.... After trying one or two other likely-looking birds, with the result. Mae tried me, same walking around nonchalantly sing- Oh, I to bet on the s!” but not a soul heard him. fh By this time I guess the fifth was ove love on race because everybody so we repaired to a lunch counter... . “Is this the way to the races?” Mae asked the bird behind the counter; but he couldn't see the joke, he was so busy jotting down notes on the next race... suddenly he waved (Continued on page 27) was walking i comicbooks.com