Judge — December 17, 1927 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Wanted—A Real Pal (Continued from page 8) A few days later Doris crashed through with a sweet note and the hunt was on. In a little while Paul and Doris were be- | ginning to worry when they didn’t get a letter every day and in a month they were using orig- inal names like “Honey” and “Sweetheart Mine.” And one day after a lot of coy corre- spondence: Paul got a telegram telling him that his little fruit- syrup was arriving on the 10:45. | at Penn Station. Paul went out and bought himself a natty belted ulster and pointed shoes and a high collar. Then he got a hair- cut, washed his face twice, and took a cab to the station. The train pulled in fifteen minutes late and Paul was doing a Gilda Gray with excitement up and down the station. People came pouring out of the gate; Paul waited until everybody had come out, but nowhere could he spot the little ball of fire from Dayton. Finally, just as Paul was ready to trickle sadly back home, he heard a porter paging Mr. Frisbie. “Ts that a Paul Frisbie?” he asked. “Yeh,” says the red-cap, “they’s a young lady over heah been lookin’ all around fo’ yuh.” Paul followed him and saw a dame standing in the middle of an army of handbags. As he came up the frail turned around and Paul saw a battery of gold teeth under a pair of crossed head- lights. Two weeks later Paul married a girl named Babe who clerked in a delicatessen store on Eighth Avenue and who had quit cold in the third grade. And exactly one month later Doris arrived in Dayton with a haberdashery salesman named Moe Feinbloom who toed outward and who had done time on Blackwell’s Island for breaking and entering. —PeERELMAN civ UG eS Tere lies a natural gambler, Who strangled, and lost his breath. He threw six sevens in a row And died a natural death. donee sn hee TAT bt ay, |” Yumidenage pays $5 for each one ct — a ee —leane-orf okie a tances _ —Pas: WHAT IT TAKES*TO MAKE A PARTY! HEREVER you see a lot of nice people having an absolutely wonderful time— which means whenever you find the younger crowd en- gaged in being themselves—you’re pretty certain to run into a whale of a lot of Fatima smokers. Seconp—Come on, Alf—buck up! The odds is six to four on yer. Aur (fed up)—Right, chuck the towel in the neat round ed IL comicbooks.com