Judge — July 2, 1927 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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lady named Martin who has evi- dently practised imitating Alison Skipworth in front of her mirror; and, in the wondrous part of the | Russian hussy, a Mlle, Joan Gordon, who contrives to make the réle even more ridiculous than it is. Which, forsooth, calls for an uncommon degree of virtuosity. High Hat (Continued from page 9) to a man that was passing and handed him a bill and a slip of paper “That's the way it's done, I yelled, and taking | my empty pie plate I wrote on it, “Seven bucks on Forecaster” . 1c) folding it around my money, I waited expectantly, and when the hext man came along I shoved the package quickly in his hand. . . . I guess he must have been going home, I never saw him again! Then we heard a lot of cheer- ing, and when we rushed out in front of the grandstand they were putting some numbers up on a pole, but we didn’t see any horses ... that is, not on the track... . Lindbergh, or somebody, must have been walking by .. . and then everybody went home! eae Which reminds me of the night I saw Dempsey fight Firpo .. just as they were coming out for the second round, the bench we were standing on collapsed, and when I crawled out from under- neath everybody was leaving! fh I finally did get a bet a few days later at duct, and my horse won, but I didn’t get any money!... The fellow who took my money was all right, but after dogging his footsteps all the rest of the after- Howeve noon he said he couldn't pay me right there at the track and to follow him... about a dozen of us trailed after him . . . it was awfully hot and I think he must have been a professional cross- country walker, because he cer- tainly could step... he walked across nd through woods . . . talk about your forced marches! ... I don’t remember where it was that I dropped by the wayside and even now I don’t know where he is. . . « I guess he’s still walking! , | : “Boy, it certainly is hot! I hope your tires will stand it; I'm not hankering | i to do any changing in this sun.” | ; “You won't have to—these are Kelly-Springfields.” Abv. 27 lots, over fences comicbooks.com