Judge — January 28, 1928 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Self Service “Sandpaper” Finnerty, master mind cracksman, internationally known yegg, stood baffled before this combination, The man who had tickled the tumblers of the First National Bank's locks to the tune of thirty grand could not solve the problem. His sen- sitive fingers, veterans of a hun- dred successful encounters with . Were unequal to the intri- of the one before him, y ounce of his skill was brought to bear as he tried one numerical sequence ter n= other, Fleetly his educated fin- gers tenderly caressed the dials as if to stroke them into sub- mission. He swore mighty oaths and little beads of perspiration glistened on his forehead. For the first time in his long and profital reer of crime “Sand- paper” was baffled by a combina- tion, Far across the silent city a certain little blonde waited and waited and tee “Sandpaper” Finnerty had met his match— He couldn't get a number on a dial telephone ! —Artnur L. Lirpmann The Deceiver The church bells in the little New England village lustily pealed out and their noise rever- berated throughout the — silent fown to echo back from the snow- covered hills. But instead of duleet chimes and lovely har- monies sour discords and false notes were heard. The bells® were out of tune, hopelessly so. The village fathers seized their shotguns and ran to the hotel where the city slicker who had just repaired the bells was stop- ping. “Young feller,” said old Cy Haskins, “We give ye until morn- ing to get out of town, Ye varmint, ye ain't done right: by our kr She—Cut that out! Surgical Student-—Please don't talk shop. JUDG The course of true love is upset when the company horse backs through the fireplace. The villain really tries to get fresh back stage with the simple country girl Orricen—Who's the lady I see shooting at you? Joxes—That's no lady, that’s my WIFE! comicbooks.com