Judge — January 28, 1928 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The sound echoed and re- echoed down the precipitous walls of the canyon. A man with disheveled hair carrying a girl in his arms was in the canoe that hurtled on toward the Rapids of Death. The three cracks came from the left bank of the rushing tor- rent, where a man in abroad sombrero stood beside a giant boulder watching the man and girl. He held something in’ his hand. Crack! Crack! Crack! n that sound rent the air and reverberated down the rocky gulch, She started. “What was that?” she cried. The man did not answer. On the very brink of the falls he caught the girl under one arm while with the other he grasped a vine, and hand over hand started to climb to the top of the cliff. ng tighter grip on the ne ascended more rapidly. They had just reached the top when—— Crack! Crack! Crack! Came that echo down the canyon. Harold Whoozis, the movie hero leaned over the beautiful girl and whispered, “I wish that darn director would cut out those ks right in the middle of —Cravve Crype Famous Crimes Prohibition. That seventh round at Chicago. Income Tax. Couvert. Ringside seats. Moving Pictures. Queen Mary’s Hat. Judge, Jr. Judgette. Abie’s Irish Rose. Down Payments. Radio. This kind of stuff. Lee TM comicbooks.com