Judge — July 9, 1927 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE of Pittsburgh. From here I go to our private yacht to spend the rest of the summer cruising in the Mediterranean.” “My darling millionaire,” whis- pered Phoebe. “My own débutante,” purred They were married that winter and set up housekeeping in a cute little twenty-two room apart- ment on Park Avenue, and it was not until three blissful years had passed that they were di- vorced. —Antuce L. Liepaann Vacation Dreams I want to go out where the corn stalks are stalking, Flivvering out through — the wilds of the West; Out where the sidewalks are tired of walking, Out where the buzzard and bald-eagle nest. Out ‘neath the trees where the catnip is nipping, There in the hush of the cock- eyed old world, Pruning the trees where the fruit- drops are dripping, High in the hills where the rag-weed’s unfurled. There where the niblicks are nib- bling their lick« Down where the pickles are picking their picks; Out where the flies watch the lightning-bugs flicker, And the roosters and chickens are chasing the hicks. Up where the cheeses and breezes are sneezing, Down in the dell where the buttercup buts, Hiding their hides where the whippoorwill’s wheezing, Eating a meal of pistachio nuts. There would I go on a carefree vacation, Tuning my soul to the lilt of the lark; My heart would be filled with a thrilling elation, For there I am sure I would find space to k —Narve Corer After you've learned to dance in a night club it’s a cinch to play tennis in'a space 8’ x 14, Parapise as pictured by an acrobat. comicbooks.com