Judge — August 20, 1927 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Sunpay Gorrer (thrown through church door)—Good Heavens—how embarrassing! Accomplishment “T’'ve come, sir, to ask you for your daughter,” stated the youth calmly, while keeping one wary eye upon the stern-faced, elderly man of whom he asked so much. The other eye he kept upon the door. “Humph!” returned the girl’s father unencouragingly. ‘Marry my daughter, eb “Yes, sir,” stated the aspirant. “How much money have you— you a job—wha your . The old gentleman vol- ed the pertinent questions ftly. The youth before him plucked nervously at his collar. “T haven’t any money, sir,” he replied. ‘And I haven't a posi- tion yet. You see, I have just finished college.” “Humph!” rasped the girl’s father again. “Have you any prospects — has your father money?” “No, sir. It took all he had to put me through college.” A terrific glare met his confes- sion of utter financial deficiency. It seemed that his fate was sealed. “Y’ know I’m no earthly good, Dad. will you?” Buy me a plane, “What do you expect to do— what did y in colleg tinued merciles “T must conf ir,” returned the young man, “that I rather wasted my time. I don’t know just exactly what I shall try my hand at. Perhaps I shall under- take to instruct in golf.” “Golf!” thundered the girl's father. “What do you know about golf?” The youth squared his shoul- ders. “IT made the Westchink club course in ten under par only this afternoon, sir,” he proudly. With a prodigious leap, the old gentleman bounded from his chair, to grasp the young man by the arm. “Sit down, my boy, sit down, and tell me all about it. As for the other matter you were speak- ing of, sure! My blessing on you both. Now. Pe —Manion E. Burns interrogator con- announced My girl is the luckiest person in restaurants! She’s always finding money under plates. comicbooks.com