Judge — August 18, 1928 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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

Do Spark-Plugs Think? A meed of interest has been rife lately over tl question, “Do Sy Think?” Meeds h king quietly in the gloom of a cave like bats and then sudden rife that is almost ind, God knows, worse than a rife meed. I feel, consequently, that I ewe it toe my clienty to shed a important rk-Plugs a way of there is nothin little light over this engrossing problem, so that the next. time they are confronted by a house detective or somebody and asked this question, they will not turn searlet and try to sneak down the fire-escape in their pajamas. Up till last Xmas I aght with most people that + spark- plugs were dumb and did not have la jerdin d ma sur (the as the witty Frenchman Balzac termed it. But at Xmas time Bella Follinsbee, the veteran veterinary editor of power of speech Jepge, presented me with a cou- ple of young spark-plugs which she had picked up in Paris for asong. I believe the name of the song was “Iwas Down in the “The ‘Escape Artist’ makes good at the altar” JUDGE The absent-minded Mayor who opened the bathing beauty contest by tossing in the first beauty them in ab Can vou ment three de ticed that one of the spark-plugs (a female, by the way) had sprouted several small buds? Of s later, when 1 no course, Twas very much surpris d immediately called up Bella She, too, was very much sur prised, as it was then half after four in the morning, and—well as I say, she was very much sur tat first it was pom clerk calling. Anyhow, ve over first thing in’ the morning and we beth looked at the spark-plug. The more we kept looking at it, the more sprouted, until at last) it) (the spark-plug) was just crawling with them (the buds). Several days later 1 was comb: ing my beard in front of the mir ror (we Perelmans are constantly fussing with our beards) when I heard a sharp voice say: “Say. if Thad a pan like that. life I would want to go throug under « theties !" As I was alone in my apart- ment at the time, save for my Schnauzer and a man named Du- rante, who had been tongue-tied comicbooks.com