Judge — December 10, 1927 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE THE BOOTLEGGER’S CHILD UKULELE.IN D TUNING bi ff é d wr 0p - F: (oe == a « ; & ct f e G Twas on a bu-sy _ tho-rough-fare, the ho ~ li- days were nigh. The The cop-pers sim-ple plea-ding reached the heed-less crowd at last.“Here’s Csi ihi cas MR AMcaAOc as Raadt aa AR SSS lr streets were in a turmult with pros-per-ous pas-sers by, Beneath a cor-ner lamp-post;there mon - ey! Here!“the coins on. the side-walk tink-led fast*Not so!’the man who thoughtless, had es OR sf sa) stood in mute ap-peal,A rag-ged waif whose hun-gry eyes would melt “ a heart of steel. Yet done the push-ing cried" am a mil-lion-cire and you have shamed me in my pride! From i fig fA AR fF fe HR | = ' no one no-ticed her-each trod up-on his sel-fish path.One e-venthrust her sa-vage-ly out hence-forth on 1 swear this babe will bear my hon-ored name!And gent-ly he re-moved his spats and Words ond Music 5 H.W. HANEMANN comicbooks.com