Judge — September 1, 1928 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Why I Should Like to Be a White Slave The other day I was cleansing | out some old MSS., as we mem- | bers of the writing craft clude to our “inspirations,” from under the bed and come across my di- ploma, which had been hid there during the sack of Rome by the Goths. These papers had hardly been disturbed at all on account of the lady who cleans the hide- away has Follansbee (the medical term for cold roast turkey of the left arm) and can’t bend over without throwing her hook out of joint. So I was sitting there in the hushed peace of my study, and the whilst I was recalling the old days on the quad and. the striped hatbands and the banjos, | why two or three suspicious little | splashes of moisture dripped down onto the old sheepskin. It turned out later that the people in the up- . stairs apartment. had overtlown Ir Doctors Fottowrn tie Leap or Avromomuie Mrcuastes their bathtub the whilst: making “Well, when [opened you up, I found that your spleen was a | gin and the gin had eaten through jittte bent, your lungs needed scraping, your diaphragm had to | the floor and thus caused my Iu- he set up, and there were a few things here and there to be | dicrous error. ss tightened... « The first college I went to was | 2a place called Hegemuth or Im brie, I disremember which, situ- | ated at that time in Vilify, Wis- consin, It has since heen con | verted into a ‘Turkish bath for } great Danes, amongst whom may he mentioned Bjornson Bj author of he Plastic A Bjack Bjohnson, in regards to whom an incident crops out. It seems that he was livin for a time in Snape, South Car lina, in which town there was a speak-easy run by a Polish scof- flaw. So one afternoon, whilst the Snape elections were in prog Mr. Bjohnson left his “dom | icile’ and did not return until late in the evening. “Where have you been, Bjack?” queried Mrs, Bjohnson. “T have just had a heavy af- ternoon at the — Pole’s. was Bjack’s reply. His wife, think- ing that he had. been. balloting. was satisfied and died intestate years later. She was a ress woman, I understand from friends. But getting back to Hegemuth, 7 comicbooks.com