Judge — March 31, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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available "Indeed. I have been here since Candle. mass,” quoth Kay. “It is a new world’s rec- ord.” “Then we must celebrate,” spake Arthur. We did, and soon it came to pass that I passed out. When I came to myself again, | found me in the bow of Arthur’s fishing smack, "Ye Faerie Queen.” The kyng and good sir Kay were catching fish. "One drink each time you make a catch,” suggested I, the tipsy Merlin. "That shall we do forsooth,” cried Art, and straightaway he pulled up cight and fifty herring. We drank to cach . . . and soon the welkin rang with song... and how! Then Arthur caught another fish, a fish of won- drous hue and captivating personality. A talking fish it seemed to be, and it did tell us many wondrous jests until our sides did ache. The kyng was mightily amused ard fell into the lake “Long lave the kyng!” banled ever gallant Kay, and threw himself in after, And long the twain did gambol like sportive whales. “My word!” quoth Arthur when he at last had swum ashore. "T have bedrenched mine only ermine coat. And what is more, mine iron drawers are all with rust. Shrewd Merlin, how shall 1 escape the guff of sour-jowled Gwen, the Queen.” So I did think upon a noble gag. I knew a gent who ran the most resplendent Pawne Shoppe in the realm, and we did go to him beneath his gilded three-ball sign. A wondrous sword we purchased there for twenty shillings tupence. Merlin’s Memoirs 3 hrastus Seuss. Via E MAE. mfg C pane 4 It was for- sooth a wow, and cheap at twice the price. And after that, I steered ~~... the kyng back to the draw- 4 ~~ bridge of his castle. The queen = espied him coming with the sword. “Thou sot!” spake Gwen to him. “Thou art all wet! Hast thou been bestewed with wine again?” “Not so, m'love,” lied he, though he was boiled as ! any onl, “’Tis true... hic ...hic... that Iam dripping moist. But 'twas because a goddess made me swim to fetch this sword. The Lady of the Lake gave me this won’ful blade. ’Tis called Excal’b’r, m’love.” And Gwen, the stupid gal, got taken in, as did the knights and ladies of the court and all the yokels of the “The Lady of the Lake land. gave me this won'ful blade. 'Tis called Excal’h'r!” —— i comicbooks.com