Judge — October 15, 1927 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Leaves trom Myrtles sketch-book. By Harry Grant Dart No. 9 is singular that Hawaii. left _ off broadcasting papa radio set. cisco, Denver, and St. Louis also discon. tinued but she rd pigs squealing the stock yards at sure he one being — mure in either Chic Herrin, Mline Something is surely the matter and Cou- sin Bruce su that rerhaps Papa was given plans for a heating system when he purchased his instructions from. th iron concern. He was start, he says, that the set would tum out to be either an ice machine or a fireless cooker and he wants papa to The Tobacco Habit and Smoked Herring When I was a boy, one of the dandiest things every summer was to watch my uncle smoke bees and stunt his growth. He used to fill his pipe with hornets and blow rings. He had hives and loved honey. Whenever uncle went for honey the bees would sting him. He was in terrible shape. His hands were swollen up like boxing gloves and he had to grow a mask to protect his face. But my uncle was no dummy. He took a pipe, filled it with bees, and smoked it. At first the bees were excited and flew around as a man might if his still had ex- ploded. Nevertheless, the smoke soon made the bees’ and uncle could easil; with a honeycomb when they weren't looking. When the pipe went out the bees felt better sting uncle age and began to n, but he didn’t mind, because he was full of honey. Ask teacher to show you the bee in her bonnet. Here is another good one: The other day I called on my girl friend in her green house. Her plants were doing nicely, try to fry some eggs on it or see if it will knit ks. Myrtle will have to go, to sleep with out a bedtime story and if mama wants to hear the overture from William Tell rendered by the Eureka Baking Pow der Company's orchestra, she will have to go where it is being played. and I said, “Laura, how do you get rid of the worms?” “Ah!” said she, lighting a fresh Corona, > does it. This surprised me, until she produced a bundle of cigar butts. She said she smoked them by the ton in her greenhouse — her fingers were very yellow and she coughed. But in this way she got rid of her worms and her dan- druff and was able to throw away her whiskbroom. One year the ladybugs became so thick on her calendulas that she got an athletic heart from smoking, and finally had to burn down the greenhouse to get rid of these pests. I met a man the other day who used to smoke herring and corn silk when he was a boy. He didn’t get any coupons this way, so he tried cigars. He smoked half inch cf a Pittsburgh stogie and was so sick that he started to chew. an In another case the boy was not to blame. He was three years old and had a father who smoked like a chimney. Whenever he was home his son grew pale. Later he noticed that when he went out of town the boy grew ruddy, and his wife raised cain. It seems that the father had been flicking his ashes into his son’s shredded wheat and he was being poisoned. The man loved his son so much that he up smoking and be- came a dope fiend. If you should walk through a train of cars with your eyes shut you could tell the difference be- tween the smoking car and the A couple of poker fiends take a look at their morning papers. comicbooks.com