Judge — September 24, 1927 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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

“It’s all right, Officer. I couldn’t get my wife to lengthen her skirts, so I shortened my trousers. his own house.” Venus and Adonis Now the mother of Cupid, With stupid And reckless abandon one day, Stood around when the sly one Let fly one— A dart—and_ it ‘way She was wounded. A feeling Of love, which for Venus was new, Well-nigh overcame her. Don’t blame her— Has this never happened to you? Adonis was standing right near to her, And so he became very dear to her. She gazed on his beauty and all she could speak Was something in Greek which amounts to “My sheik!” pointed her Ere healing, In all sorts of weather Together These birds of a feather would flock. His love-making thrilled her, He “killed” her With stories—the stock. And Venus was happy, The snappy And casual way that he had Of slipping a wheeze in In season Was part of the art of the lad. For instance, if Venus, with negligence, Uplifted her skirt, he'd say, “Legligenc And when they were bidding farewell in the bois, He’d say “Olive oil” when he meant “Au revoir.” best of h A man’s got to be master in Betwixt kiss and embracing, The chasing Of animals wild from their lair Most appealed to this duo, And too—Oh It kept them both out in the air. But Venus was fearful, An earful Of caution she spilled to her man, “Hunt the rabbit and pheasant— They're pleasant, But lions and jaguars ban.” Adonis said, s for Jaguar.” And Venus said, “Oh, what a wag you are! But nevertheless please accept my advice. Shun the wolf and the boar, cause they're not very With this she departed Half-hearted, For Duty had called her away. And Tragedy beckoned The second She quitted her mate and her play. Her caution unheeded, Proceeded Adonis to hunt, and, of course, He passed up the tame ones For games ones, And never had time morse. He challenged a boar most am- bitiously. The latter responded most vi- ciously. Adonis’s cries brought his love to the spot, But when Venus arrived her Adonis was not. The plot of THE MORAL be- tween us is: If your woman a beautiful Venus is, Stick close to her always, hang on to her, or You’re apt to be trapped by a neighboring bore. —Howarv Dietz for re- weary bones that herein pat Are those of Henry Pace. The poor benighted columnist Who had to fill this space. aha besuterrerbedaasy nnn Ati, jardin Sgge PAYS $5 FOF €OCH One pring atl ngg Scene in the life class of the new school for comic artists. comicbooks.com