Judge — November 26, 1927 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE r = = i 7 ——— A Christmas Play Scene takes place in the pan- try of the Whipple home. James, the butler, is mixing a large bowl of punch. Mr. Whipple is look ing on. Time—Christmas after- noon. James (grating a nutmeg)— This is my own recipe, sir. I used to make it for ’is Lordship. Nothing but milk, eggs, rum, | sugar and nutmeg. Mr. Whipple—I got that rum from a friend of mine who has a fellow working for him whose brother-in-law knows the stew- ard on one of the French boats here, taste a little straight and you think of it. St. Nick develops a bad case of Kleig eyes, due to the new Well, ‘ere’s to your vogue in stockings! lth, sir!) And a Merry Christ- mas to you. Mr. Whipple—The same to you, James. Mr. Whipple—Hm—not bad pot bad Il, a-tall, eh, Jame | James—Righto, sir. And now take a taste of this ‘ere punch. | Mr. Whipple — Umm, that's fine, fine, James. But don’t you | think you might snap it up a bit? | | James—Well, some likes it | | smoothlike and some doesn’t. But I daresay another dash of Jamaica won't do it any ‘arm. Whipple—Let's see how tes now. James—Well, ‘ere’s ‘ealth, sir! Mr Whipple—Over the hill! James—Well, sir, as I once told 'is Lordship— Mr. Whipple—Don't you think it’s just a bit too sweet? | James (pouring )—Being as it’s Christmas, sir, I suppose we | | might as well give ‘er a bit of | authority. . | Mr. Whipple—James, thas de- | lishous, les have a glass before | the guests get here. James—Well, as 1 once told | ‘is Lordship, no ’arm ever came from— Mr. Whipple—Overthehill! James—As 1 once told ‘is Lordship Mr. Whipple — Jimmie, old | boy, thish is too good to washte | on a gang o’ stuffed vhirts. | Tames—You said it. f Mr. Whipp'e—Well boms up! | Jame;—And ‘ere’s "ow | (Curtain. ) Jacsx Suurri:wortir comicbooks.com