Judge — June 16, 1928 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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

Motner—How do you find the water, Julie “Look in between the bathers. ~ Cumorracton—Good heavens! All out of alignment! THE UNEXPECTED GUEST There have been so many requests for copies of this beautiful drawing by John Conacher that JUDGE has had a limited number of Art Prints made for its readers. The print is 15 inches by 91% inches and the same size as the original which wai presented to Colonel Lindbergh. A copy will be hipped to anyone upon receipt of FIFTY CENTS. Address Art Print Dept., Judge Pub. Co., Inc., 627 W. 43rd St, New York City. A Cartoonist’s Nightmare bring me my pillow and pipe and slippers and footstool and light the fire tom and move my dog rex over in front of the fire and we'll have a perfeet setting for the story abcut the tipsy tleman of caricature fame well in the first place ke was plastered to the gills but he didnt have on a full dress suit and a high silk hat which was ttered into a concertina and his collar was not unbuttoned and his cravat) was tied and his hair didnt look like a pillow fight and he didnt carry a cane to hook onto things so he wouldnt fall down and he didnt carry a pair of gloves in his hand and place them to his mouth and say hic wheres thother sh’d= of the shtreet to everybody he met and his nose wasnt the least bit red and he didnt hang onto every lamp post he passed and make wise crack about the shtreet roun gee uncle jack what could urtoonist do with material like that said little 20 year old myrtle nothing sap t the ya stagger up to his house through the snow and leave foot prints which looked as though the kids had been playing hare and hound and when he got to the front stoop he didnt mect an off get put into the patrol ¢ his key was on his key ring right smack in the pocket where it ought to be and not under the mat and when he poked it at the key hole it went in as though it be longed there and he opened the door and didnt fall flat on his nose and he didnt put his cane to bed and go to sleep in the um- brella rack or the bath tub or the dirty clothes hamper and he didnt take off his shoes and tip toe up the stairs and his wife wasnt waiting for him with her air in a knot and a rolling pin ir one hand and pointing to the clock with the other and he got undressed and hung up his clothes neatly and didnt go to bed fully dressed with his high silk hat on and his socks sticking out from under the blankets and next morning he didnt lie there with a cold towel around his head and a pitcher of ice water in his fist nd thats all but uncle jack how an a cartoonist draw a drunk like that they cant stupid thats just a cartoonists nightmare and now its high time you slobs went to bed. = —Jack Crvetr s the climax of and anyways he didnt ADWARD LANCE PRINTING CO. 186 Jam atea, N¥ comicbooks.com