Judge — September 1, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “Goo’ lord! Honkers in Hades 1 Three knocks sou don the private entrance to Satan's inner sanctum, a most unusual proce- dure, for Mephistopheles had left strict orders that he was not to be disturbed in the unholy of un- Lolies. “What is it?” asked the vexed Ruler of the Underworld, sitting The museum expedition into Nyanza came to a up for a moment in his asbestos bed and playfully toying with a few liv “Six taxi drivers, Your High- ness,” said a minion, “How many times have I told you not to bother me with taxi drivers!” roared them Torture coals, 38 for taxi drivers and be done with it.” “But these six are the kind of taxi drivers who steadily honk close today owing to the fact that a brain, in try- ing to send an important message to some leg muscles, got the wrong number. ALA NTO NON NECN EEL C ET SOMO ASS Ss Am I going to last all night?” their horns and continuously sound their klaxons when stuck in a traffic jam ona rainy day,” per- sisted the underling. “Oh, the Satan. Executive Staff at onc devise a new and particu rible fate for these Heat the irons. Boil the * roared of the —Artier L. Lippmann 17 comicbooks.com