Judge — January 7, 1928 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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as JUDGE The Seance The table gave an unmistak- able jump. AI night long. the little group of spiritualist. had waited for this moment and now the first gray streaks of dawn cast a weird light on their tense faces. Again it) jumped, slowly, slowly the 1 and then avy oak table rose from the floor, sailed lazily over the heads of the gasp- ing scientists and came to rest in mid-air suspended by some occult: power. “Who” asked one of the spirit- uals in a voice quavering with ex- citement, “is with us in’ this room?” Rap, rap, rap, responded the table with startling clarity. And in the darkest corner of the room a softly glowing mist swirled slowly out of the very wall. “A soul from the Great Be- yond.” It was a low, hollow voice and seemed to emanate from the luminous vapor. “On earth,” asked the medium, striving to control his emotions, p. you a man, woman or jd? Man,” replied the deep voice. “How long ago did you leave this th?” " years ago as mortals answered the vapor. was your station in Csr Onno “Don't forget, dear, to put the empty gin bottles out and leave a note for the bootlegger saying we'll be acay for a week.” —————— “The Weigh of all Scotch” the voice; “my mortal occupation was plumbing; but now the sun rises. My time with you is up and I must go.” “One more question, just one,” pleaded the spiritualist. “Why have you returned to earth to- have returned,” answered ice, “to get my tools.” And with a crash the table fell to the floor. —Jack Suvttrewortit “What do they mak big factory over ther “Riley’s. Home Made Candy.” in that comicbooks.com