Judge — September 15, 1928 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE The Perelman Magic Wardrobe The bombardment of letters, ams, mash notes, postcards, ind even carrier pigeons begging for a statement about the Perel man Magic Wardrobe has attained such heights that the editor has finally offered the talented youth $11 per word to be brazen and explai The young natural modesty great that he remained abashed until the figure was raised to (for each word, not for the ticle). I hope that there are very few if any of my male readers that have ever been in the unfortunate pre- dicament t suddenly had to flee into a wardrobe for some reason, like for instance the hus- band came home from Peoria un- From all that I have heard, why it is no experience to brag about, especially if you have to remain with your feet resting in an old golf bag and your fa full of rusty buckles” or coat hangers or something. Well, what my admirers call my mind has been dwelling on this problem and so here is the way I would flay away this evil. photograph shown above te enius’s however, was so are expectedly, docs not give a very good idea of the Perelman Magic Wardrobe as it was taken by a drunk Ar- “Sit down and shoot a round with us. all putts up to 600 yards.” The Perelman Magic Wardrobe menian named Formamint or some- thing and besides he had forgot to amera, but it will give To best: illustrate nious machine works, a little scene as fol- Albert, a young man, sud denly hears loud footsteps on the s outside, “Why, what can that be?” says to Irma. ‘Why, that must be my husband lows. back from Peoria,” exclaims Irma, “Quick, step into the Perelman Magic Wardrobe her Albert, who by this time is ner- vous cnough to step into a tube of anchovy paste and get lost in it, dives into the wardrobe. What is his surprise to find a completely appointed barber shop with tendant inside. He steps into the chair and within a trice they have shaved off his mustache and singed his eyebrows. Albert: now looks like “another man. He — steps through another door and finds himself in another room contain- ing hundreds of different costumes. and disguises. “What can I do for you, mis- ter?” says the clerk behind the counter rubbing his hands. Al- bert explains the circumstances and asks the clerk's advice. After a moment of thought the clerk st Vell, sir, I should advise a *s costume with — smoke So Albert puts on the pirate’s costume and some make up and then steps out of the ward- robe. “Why, who are you?” says the surprised husband in surpris “Why,” s Albert am a pirate bold.” And then he sings a song like: pir glasse “Oh, Lam a pirate bold, And I rob all men for gold, We're conceding cach other comicbooks.com