Judge — October 15, 1927 — page 51: what you’re looking at

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

If You Hear the Door-Bell Ring “Yeh, lady, I’m workin’ me vay troo college sellin’ dese : . .. What college? e’s, lady, Yale's. . . . Dat's the place wit’ all the college spirit what you read about in the papers. ... I’m takin’ de French course up dere. . . . You see, dere’s a bunch of we poor boys up in Yale’s an’ we formed dis club we call de Young Hustlers, an’ every summer a crew of us goes out and canvasses different terri- tories for our college expenses. « » Yeh, lady, dis education’s a great ting, and if you subscribe to dese magazines you help me to go troo de course. . . . i'm makin’ it in five years; it takes some of de dopey gents more, but I'm studyin’ every minute of me spare time. . . . Me half-brudder’s a Harvard; he’s takin’ de Greek course dere and I tell him de only ting he'll able to do after is open up a fruit-stand ... ha, ha... I'm tellin’ you all dis, lady, so’s you'll know I ain’t one of dese fakers what says dey’re college ‘ 4 si 1 rials | boys but is only telephone line- Ep - men or brakies or someting... . Now, lady, seein’ it’s you, we Would you like to meet a swell “chicken”? Then you'll have offer you dese two magazines for to visit poultry farm—ha, ha, ha, ha, the laugh’s on you! But only twelve dollars where any let’s hear what this fellow has to say: “My word, what a other salesman would charge you wretched-looking breakfast this is,” commented Mr. Grishkin fifteen... . WHAT? ... You one morning, “Did you lay the table, Bridget?” “Yassuh, all don’t want dese even if dey was but the eggs!” snapped the pride of Lammermoor. You can go free? . . . Den what's the idea home now, boys, I'll tend to the cash register. of takin’ up me valuable time standin’ around talkin’ to me? Some of youse hunkies sure got an awful’ gall wastin’ a busy man’s time when I’m tryin’ to work me way troo college for a ! Lonest education! ... Say, if I wasn’t a gent I'd bust you one in the snoot, but don’t’ worry, I never hit a lady, so you're safe, only I'll say you got a pile of brass takin’ up me time. a —PrreLMAN Lady (in dog shop)—Pardon me, but can I get my dogs trimmed here? Jenxton—The neighbors are all laughing at us. The Proprietor—Possibly Sister—It must be father stealing a ride again. He's per- madam, but wouldn't you prefer fectly shameless! a regular chiropodist? comicbooks.com