Judge — July 21, 1928 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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The Curse of a Large Family I'm the seventh son Of a seventh son Of a seventh son of A son of a gun, And the first of my line Was a millionaire; And he died and left Each son a share. And down the line In cach son's care The fortune went (It went for fair!)— When it reached tem There was nothing there. And that’s enow To make one I'm the seventh son Of a seventh O' Baten Undependable but Free House Hunter—What's this room, with no ceili the 2 g and open to Agent —It's the shower-bath- room. The house was built by a Scotchman. Wire gain hound resist the opportunities. 1 It} “Oh! T've murdered my husband!” Senceant—Well, you're in the no vaudeville booking office! ‘ong place, lady—this ain't ail | | I'm sorry, Oliver, but I just couldn't bought sic new cars today! It Was Useless The man’s attitude was one of shrinking A light of appeal Tay in his eyes and h seemed the personification of all humility. He opened his mouth slightl: as if about to speak, but after moistening the thin lips, he closed them uy whatever murt words had bern about to issin forth. Something within impelled hin to speech, but he found it: impos sib Again his lips parted as though the words which clamored for utterance would force them But vet once more were they stifled. un spoken, He knew that there was much for him to say; he knew, too, that to do so would be extremely dit cult, if not hazardous. He wished intensely that) for just a moment he could voice his selves past the barrier. rioting thoughts. But his wife talked on and on Manion EB. Burns