Judge — October 15, 1927 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE Private Law and Lieutenant Williams Once upon a time a prohibition agent walked nonchalantly into a spe: sy which he had been watching for some time because it was back on its payments and whats a speakeasy said edgar a speakeasy is the paymasters office for federal agents please dont interrupt uncle badington again and he found prohibition working great there as there were twenty ponies on the bar and the prohibition agent said to the bar- tender one whisky and the bar- tender eyed him suspiciously and said we only serve soft drinks here and the agent said i know jim maher and the oh youre a pal of jims poured him a ration of rye after the grafter had tossed off the pony he said theres alcohol in that drink youre violating a law and the barkeep:said what law and the federal gent said the law which forbids the sale of alcohol to a federal man unaccompnaied by a chaser of greenbacks and then the barkeep came closer to have a look at the agents badge and the agent recognized the bar- keep as his second lieutenant back in 1918 when the federal guy was a private and so johnie law came to attention and said arent you lieutenant williams of company 749 54th and the bar- keep returned the salute and said thats me and the prohibition agent private law said I am pri- vate law remember the time you had me court martialed for put- ting my puttes on backwards and lieutenant williams said oh yes those were the good old army days lets ail have a drink on the house so the private had a drink on the lieutenant and the tears came into his eyes and he said i cant pinch my former buddy and from now on youll have complete protection and with that he stood at attention and saluted his for- mer officer and left lieutenant williams to ply his trade and now get ready for bed and uncle badington will come up and tuck you all in and if you hurry we'll have another fairy story tomor- row night. “Wuart’s Wrong Wiri Tis Preru Nothing—they’re getting ready for ‘ostume ball. The doorman of the Ritzmore Apartments dies and mects the —Jack Ciuetr keeper of the Heavenly Gate. comicbooks.com