Judge — April 14, 1928 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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send the spouse back to the tubs with renewed zest and whistling. The process is called “manglin, If the happy couple are so for tunate as to be blessed with chil dren, a respectable profit can be amassed by sending them out col- leeting the laundry and also de- livering. Now and then a good pat on the head—not too hard— or a piece of rock-candy will re- ward the wife and make the home a place where peace and plenty reign. All honor to. this re- soureeful brain responsible for developing that labor-saving de- vice and may he live to be a hun- dred! —PrneLMan A Lve Lettr The fellow who puts up the elec- tric movie signs aiong Broadway writes to his sweetheart, Dearst Cnstnce— I recd your dring lettr this aftrnoon at hme and mst answr it befre I do anothr thng. Is it true, swthrt, tht you lve me mre thn anythng else in the wrld? Smtmes I thnk tht I ennt wait untl the day whn you will be all mne. I thnk of your beautfl eyes alwys—rdm of your Ips so divne —and of the tme whn I can hid you clse to me and It the whle wrld know that the fairst one of all the erth is mne, mne to kp, and to lve, and to hve frevr and evr, my own Cnstnce. Thr.are mny gris in the wrld but none so fair as my wndrfl Constnee. For her I wd go to the ends of the erth and for her I wd sacrice anythng. Tell me dearst, arc you stl waitng for your Iver? And do you Ing for hm as he Ings for you? Wth mech lve and mny ksses, Reuro A Sad Case Nurse (to reviving } Your appendix, pane spleen have all been moved, sir. tient) — and ve fely “Migawd—and all I wanted to see the doctor for was to get a whiskey prescription.” JUDG Let's leap into our rakish pirate sloop H. M. S. “Gradually” and specil toward the Cannibal Isles (Montclair and Turedo Park). “What makes the chief so talkative this morning?” wa« one cannibal’s query. “Oh, he ate a couple of barbers for break- fast!” informed another. I'll probably get a letter from the Master Barbers’ Association about this. Fatuer—The Dean complains that you own and operate an automobile on the quiet. “Impossible—it’s an old Ford.” comicbooks.com