Judge — July 21, 1928 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE way, has nothing to do with the one called “rolling the bones” or “Little Joe, Ithough there is a slight ction in that the lat- ukes place on days ghost walks. As a mat- ter of fact, the haunting business is not referred to as a game at all, but as “the racket,” and this ise of all the rumpus that is de by the bone-rattling, chain ing, creaking, low moaning, The official greeting of broth- ers in the know is, of course, and the “Good moaning to you!” get-together song: “Bye-lo, Baby Baunting, Daddy's gone a-haunting . . Next week, you how Uncle own ghost. perhaps, Tl tell Harvey laid his Just perhaps, I said, so don't count on it. You've been pretty lucky, J think, to get one treat like this. Most people would admit that a story of this sort on such a subject as this was some- thing of a Wonder Story. They wonder what the hell I wrote it for. Maybe I will too, —Jaguita P. S.—No, it got by O. K. UCU tRDstAAD NM Elevating the Elevator “One hundred and eighty-sev- enth floor,” I said to the operator of Express Elevator No. 8. “Ay, ay, sir.” he answered, pressing the starting button, “Would you like a cup of tea I glanced about me grew wide with surprise nd my eyes » for the interior of the elevator was fur- nished like a cozy sitting room in a modern apartment. Here was a comfortable sofa. There was a tiny studio piano. Book shelves 1 the walls, and a tea kettle lustily on an electric stove. A cute radio stood on a gate-leg table, and heavy drapes hid the unsightly iron grill work. I'd like some tea,” I “Yes, er, answered. “Righto! How many lumps of “Station XYW is broadcasting a rather good program this after- "he suggested. “Tune in,” T said. delightful — string music filled the car, and [ relaxed on the sofa, putling on my ciga- rette, “How do you like the place?” Soon some SS A corner in the home of the inveterate asked my host. modern manner. it in Spanish co, You see, “T did it in the Last year I had but that’s too reco also make my home I used to live ‘way out in the suburbs, but finally de- cided I liked this better. Got a little bronchial trouble, too, and I park the car up on the 210th floor The high altitude is nl for me, and I sleep like vaby.” in this car, y In a few pleasant moments the car glided to an easy stop, and as the rs opened on the 187th floor a porter rushed forward to ve me of my bags. ype you had a pleasant jour- said the friendly operator n you're ready ~ to down, send me a radio. Tm mak ing a tasty Welsh rarebit tonight and would be delighted to have you dine with me on the return trip.” “Thank you very much,” T said. time: ‘We live Jn a ble selon that’s stuck in the traffic jam on Main Street, between Fourteenth and Market. Be sure to look us up. We probably won't move for five or six weeks. See you later.” erin LL, Livyaaxn comicbooks.com