Judge — September 15, 1928 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE MIE, I'M OFF TO SHOOT SOM RAPIDS, so glad to find him they cele- RED THE INTREPID YOUNG NIMROD brated by giving him ice cream, which he relished, although he did complain it burned his tongue. But after that they found him useful and entertaining. Or, rather, they made him that way. They sent him out for the paper on particularly frigid mornings, made him get up in his n shirt and close the windows turn on the heat before the others got up and crack the ice in the bathtub. He went out one morn- ing to fish through the ice and the streets were covered with snow and ice. At last he found an opening and started fishing, but all he got was a subway guard's hat and a kick in the pants from a corner policeman. He also entertained them with stories of how the missionaries had gone north and told them about the hot place, which was away beyond their imaginations. Besides it only made them en- vious. A change of climate never frightened anybody. Peacorn, pop-nuts, soda-gum, and chewing water—step this —Tom Foorrry way, gents, five cents a bag! “Yes, Monroe,” mused El Kat baum sadly, “the world’s an ungrateful pla “You bet,” r and plied Mr. Hufnagel, “we never strew flowers on a guy's grave Then there’s the Scotchman till after he’s dead!" And what d’ye think I've got down here, who got married when he found a DUCK? it was the woman who paid. is usually some selfishness behind it. It seems to be a good way to get a fur coat for nothing, be- cause this equipment is always included in the agreement. When an Eskimo boy is adopted he has to be adopted as he is, and this includes the fur coat. When you get him you can outfit him dif- ferently and keep his coat for yourself, and both feel the better for it. We know a family that adopted one, and found him use- ful, although at first they couldn't find him at all. He disappeared for the first few ds They didn’t know where he went. The husband, returning home for sup- per late one night, discovered him in the ice-box. He had mis- taken that for his room. He had enjoyed his sojourn there, too. There was always plenty to eat, and whenever anyone put any- thing in the ice-box he thought Gint’s Fatire—adll the young men have their different styles he was being served. They were of petting, but it’s hard to get used to this football player. | comicbooks.com