Judge — July 23, 1927 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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i yaa WANE Barnen—Now, this hair tonic, sir, is my own invention. If you find it at all injurious to your hair, D’il give you two more bottles free of charge. The Blues (Try and get ’em) I would buy my wife a pair of silk stockings for her birthday. It seems to be the thing to do, else failing. I entered a State Street shop. The clerk raised his eyebrows. “I wish a pair of silk hose,” I replied. ‘‘Blue, if you please.” The eyebrows relaxed into un- derstanding. “Blue,” he murmured. ‘Ah, Delft, perhaps, or Nuit D'Amour, Powder, Periwinkle or Prune? yes. “No, thank you,” I said pleas- antly, “‘stocki And in blue, i wife seems to affect them.” The eyebrows arched archly. “The Federation de la Soie in the current Carte de Nuances spea highly of Danube, Orchid Nattier. Of course, for street we have the reliable Taupes and Sterlings.” “Blue,” I said firmly. The supercilia waxed supercilious. “Lenglen, Robin’s Egg, Mid- night, Alice, Turquoise, Morning —Lonpon Opinion Glory, Atmosphere, Cobalt, Prus- sian, Zaffer,” he chanted. “Blue!” I shouted. “Flesh, Ibis, Liseron, Polypier, Prairie, Ouef, ‘Yolk, Santal, Praline, Grain, Stardust, Nude, Youth, Moutarde, Bambon, Sevres, Shell, Lulu Belle, Piping Rock, Polonard, Crane, Sea Foam, Tea Rese, Meerschaum, Maiz -" abbed him and choked him until he was a it but distinct sacré bleu in the face. “Listen, friend,’ I with him., “I do not want rien de tout or quelque chose; I care not for the Carte de Nuances or the Federation de la Soie. All I want is one of the simple chro matics: Do I get it?” He shook his until his “Tm reasoned Blue as in bluing. head dumbly overtook hin. I've been here three years and I can’t remember that we ever carried a simple Blue in anything.” voice sir. His eye bright- ened and his nimble brows grew positively gay again. “But, my dear sir, you should see the lovely shade of Pompon de PIPI that’s just——” I shot him. There seemed to be nothing else to do under the circumstances. And if I laughed as I did it, it must not be thought that Iam wholly heartless. The echo of the shot as it returned to me from the silken draperics of the atelier said “Blooic’’ and I just couldn’t help it. —Pavut F. Warktins FUNRYBaWES Thanks for the lift,” said the ( woman, as she climbed from the plastic surgeon's chair, a—— ~ “Wedge pays 85 for each one printed Portic Wire—Far below I can see a long white street stretching out like a paper ribbon back to our hotel. Unportic Hussanp—T hat taking us! must be the hotel bill over- —Passinc Suow comicbooks.com