Judge — September 29, 1928 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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onet—Just look: at that girl! Looks like a man, What can her parents be thinking of? His Pantnen—Escuse me, but that’s my daughter. Tur Coroser—Sorry! By jove! I'd no idea you were her father. His Partner—I'm not. I’m her mother! —Lonpox Opinion GIVE HIM THE SMOKE WAGON, BOYS HE’S A HARNESS /HISSED MURTAGH T promised to give myself up as soon as I’ve pulled this one. “Now,” said Dr. Premble, “Has he had any lucid intervals since 1 was here last?” “Absolutely not!” said the wiff, flatly. “He's had nothing except what you ordered, doctor!” Pay him off, Ziegfeld; I’m starting in the morning. A Short Conversation In the Latest Approved Magazine Style. said Donald Sealyham, lowering his lean, good looks into the hammock and regarding the distant stars, “am glad to be k You,” M replied from be- neath her lo shes, “have been a long time.” It,” avowed Donald ashe lighted a cigarette, “seemed years!" .” Madge whispered, the colour surging up her graceful k, “felt the same way!” ” Donald exclaimed, his > eyes boring into her “did?” was Madge’s low answer, barely audible above the murmur of a distant bus, “couldn't help ie’ “It is,” Donald's tone was harsh, masterful, “time we mar- ried!” “It is,” moaned M. accumulating in her fine I am already a u.”” Donald bellowed, blow- ing a sleeping bird out of a near- © bush, “are what?” * she murmured, weeping is a millionaire.” t.” he asked the wide, calm night as he strode angrily down the terrace, his capable hands jammed into the pockets of his well-cut suit, “the hell do you think of that!” —Lonpox Opinion Translations of Scotchograms in This Issue you to send me four bucks; it back round the first of the month, Grandma never as sick as she is nks as though she ate poison; don't say anything; want to speak to doctor in private. Yon ean bet the President shall not he Hoover if luck’s with AL. PAGE 28 Trouble has come. Sally very ill; in fact she is dead. PAGE 28 I sent the chorus girl away, she ean not make the grade, PAGE 31 pme on to New York, Jack will meet us and take us around. EDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO, 18C., Jamaica, . comicbooks.com