Judge — January 7, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE A Novel Idea The graphic illustration above was sent in by Cornelius Kurtz of Buf demon- strate his fool-proof method of securing a seat in a crowded subway. “I simply send Herbert in ahead of me,” writes Cornelius, “and when I finally gain admittance myself there is room to burn. And the joke of it is that Herbert really isn’t a rattler at all! He's only a copperhead.” Ti dsr ee a 2 *See33 In 1922 (writes John Clarke Rose, the great cier) 1 came to York from Cali- without a red cent in my trousers, My sole possession was ‘Tecumseh, a sturdy little rattlesnake I had picked up off the desert. ‘umseh and T had te fed, so I determined to i y blackmailing multi- millionaires over the telephone. But, alas, one cannot telephone for nothing! In despair T was about to hurl myself the next steam-roller. Know- the brilliant little fel- low laid me a series of turtle eggs in the shape of nickels! 1 hugged him with Joy, and by sundown T had blackmailed © erside Drive. BOIDS AND BEAST (1 Department for Indefatigable Naturalists, Con- ducted by the Eminent Dr. Theophrastus Seuss.) 4" Aer $ rden of Eden sold Adam an came back an hour later and When the far-famed serpent of the apple, that was clever. But when he tried to sell him another, that was not so clever. He got his b knocked off and well deserved it. Because of his stupidity, from that day to this, all snakes have been laughed off as a lot of boobs. This department, however, has always maintained an open mind toward the reptile, and at last has come to the conclusion that the snake is really not half so dumb as he looks, In the future, when we are urged by the old prejudice to look down upon him for his forefather's stupidity, let us try and remem- ber that the There are two things in life (writes Donald Graham of Santa Monica) that give me great pleasure, and they are Good Music and Good Snakes. Therefore, when the invitation came to me to accompany the Yale Musical Club on its tour through India, I seized upon it as a double opportunity, and took with me my largest serpent, Calibash. In every town we visited, Calibash and I watched the leading fakir with disgust while he played squeaky discords to a couple of feeble- minded vipers. In the midst of this unconvincing performance, Calibash would suddenly fix his eye upon the snake-charmer and begin to whistle the seductive first movement from Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. And in no time the charmer would be under his spell. By the end of the summer ibash had charmed no less than 265 snake-charmers. This, I believe, comicbooks.com rena