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JUDGE Robin Hood—1927 Model The jovial little flivver with its delectable cargo panted cheer- fully around a bend in the road, and then started down the rocky hill. Pssst—pssst! The front right tire went flat. Three dainty summer maidens, resplendent in fragile white frocks, climbed out and gazed despairingly at the ac- cident. The road was muddy, the tire was flat and filthy. They were so spotless and no one was in sight. Oh, goodness! Just then a sleek, haughty limousine came thundering down In it sat three bloated s puffing at costly cigars. was driven by a un formed expert and by his side sat a bored footman, resplendent in livery. Past the three little maids from Ford dashed the huge car. The aristocrats gazed at the flat tire and feminine distress, and merely yawned. Beastly things, these Fords. Fill up the roads, don’t you know, and all that sort of thimg. An instant and the limousine passed around another bend and disappeared. Then a strange thing happened, so strange that you may not be- lieve me, but I y it with my own eyes. The bushes parted and good Robin Hood leaped from the He—Why don’t you girls part your hair in the middle? Sur—Because it would make us look ridiculous! Two men who fought over a lunch check and really meant it. limb of a tree. “Halt, ye knaves!” he shouted to the limousine, and he displayed an ominous-looking volver to back up his command. t back and change the tire for those young ladies in the flivver,” he ordered. The chauffeur and footman started to move. ‘‘Not you two,” he said, “I want your passengers to do it.” The indolent aristocrats re- luctantly left their car, and cov- cred by Robin Hood’s pistol, changed the tire for the summer girls. Then, dirty and bedraggled, they returned to their limousine and swiftly drove away. Robin Hood smiled an elfin little smile and bowed low. “Glad to have been of service,” he gal- lantly said to the flivver lasses. Once more he bowed, grinned de- lightfully, and then, swift as a deer, darted into the forest and disappeared from sight. —Artuer L, Lippmann comicbooks.com