Judge — September 15, 1928 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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

| I'VE MISSED YOU SENSUOUS HERE | LAST SMILED THE GALLANT LEON Plant the shills among the peasants, Barney, and let’ » what's the obje rigglin™ around on the horizon over th * inquired an old salt. “Blast me if it ain't a nervous wreck!" gagged Mr. Starbuck harpooning the third mate with a fork. Come on, Perelman, make your exit on the laugh. get the old concession working. “Say, mate i A Help to Hospitality frieds, so you'll just have to prove our hospitality and fix up a nice, | Every business machine, every juiey sirloin smothered in onions, mechanical aid to industry should have its counterpart in the home,” 1 Thomas, the well-known dustrial engineer, as he |: stirred his iced coffee. I laughed somewhat deprecat- | | ingly. “I don’t believe that is lit- | erally true,” I said. “How | for exareple, the sprinkler system sive suinmer bungalow?” | Thomas grinne “T accept the challenge,” he said. “It's five o'clock no I want you to come ] to my summer cot with me and see for yourself the truth of my statement. If we hurry we can make the five-thirtee! At seven o'clock Thomas ush- ered me into his bungalow living | room. The air was redolent with | the aroma of broiling fish. “Hello, darling,” he called out to his wife, | who was busy in the kitchen. | “I've brought a friend home to dinner.” Mrs, Thomas entered, wiping her hands on her apron and regarded me with a distinctly“ > | unfriendly countenance. Farsen “And, dearest,” added Thomas, i “our guest likes steak and French bull? y Sven as he spoke Mrs. Thomas’ face assumed the hue of a beet. Her eyes glared as she gazed at her husband and the color mount- ed up to her forehead. She was tting hotter and hotter. 1 med to discern little heat aves raised from her henna hair. : temperature in the room went up by leaps and bounds. And then suddenly one of the iutomatic ceiling sprinklers burst nd a cooling shower of cold er deseended on our heads. For a fraction of a minute the stream continued, and as_ the drops splashed off the head of the d housewife her anger cooled nt smile supplanted her sinister scowl. “Why, it’s just lovely to have you,” she said, smiling her swe est. “Please make yourself very comfortable while I run down to the village and get the juiciest steak in town. I'm so glad you dropped in onus. Excuse me for a few minutes, please.” Thor nd through his wet locks. e he said, smilin “what did 1 tell you? The steak was wonderful! —Antuurn L, Lireaaxn and a plea ran his h oW nysteriously, Somebody’s goin’ U git hurt! Hen Husnaxo—Yes, indeed! Did you care very much for the comicbooks.com