Judge — April 21, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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

-— = — = To My Grandmother, My “Buddy” The thing that [like about Grandmother Squeers Is the fact that she’s modern in spite of her years, She doesn’t take stock in this talk Mama—TI wonder if daughter had a nice party last night? about Hell Para—Well, it looks as if there had been a little restraint, And her flask is ay deep as the Bottomless Well, re _ And as to the contents, she cares $ not a bit, Be they cocktails of Flytox or highballs of Plit. Granny Squcers has a hound-sort of beast called a Blin. | You don’t call him by whistling; you merely take drinks, | And when he up astride And he takes us right out for a heavenly ride. We cling to his back just as long as we're able, Then he gently deposits us under | the table. ppears we just get And therefore I say with a slight touch of pride You can search the whole world, you can seare! The way they located Father after he’d temporarily lost his reason, ar and wide, But better companions will never be found Than) my darling old) Grand- mother Squeers and her hound. Corona A Mr. Corona, of Corona, Long Island, was found dead in his living-room. It was evident that he had been typing a letter, beeause he was seated before his Corona, It also developed that he had been smoking a Corona- Corona, The coroner was called and pronounced it a case of coinci- dence. comicbooks.com