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JUDGE was the squeaks. Uncle Harvey I'M CLIMBING UP THE never could tell exactly where they LADDER OF LOVE, EN- were coming from; but as he drove ARSE ES ‘ sean along it would sound just like LIGHTENED ERNEST somebody talking. He thought it might be the spokes that spoke, so he would lean down and ask po litely, “What's that you say?" But the spokes would answer, “I never said a thing!” Then Uncle Harvey would ask Finley if she said something, but Finley would “Neigh!” too, and Uncle would be completely baf- Uncle Harvey told his friends, though, confidentially, that he was pretty sure it was the spokes all the time, but that at least one thing could be said for them—they never spoke out of turn, Those wheels, though, ec Un- lot of trouble besides that. . they were very young Is and) I suppose couldn't be blamed for wanting a good time, but they were always running around so much that Un cle Harvey called them regular gadabouts. He used to try to get them to stay in nights once in a while, but they would put on their jaunty little Hub caps, the latest collegiate fad from Boston, and retort merrily, “Oh, wheel be back again when we get around to it!” It was their garb that Uncle Harvey objected to most: he said they shouldn't go out in public in such a tire. Well, along about the middle of October Uncle Harvey's nerves began cracking under the strain. (It had always been bad enough with Uncle Harvey — cracking around the place all the time, but when his nerves began cracking Those who would like to have their foreheads lifted a bit will please form a line at this window. “And now, little Grjznf, said Miss Ledbetter, “what is an egg?” “Well, Pork Fat,” replied the young Serb, “an egg is a chicken not yet!” And Abou Ben Charleston came down like a wolf on the folding bed. Uncle Harvey’s One-Man One-Horse Shay Top (More on the same subject if you can stand it,and evenif you can’t.) Just as I had to quit last week, vas going to explain to you why Harvey called his mare y." He always said that whenever he called her just plain “Hey!” she always thought she was going to get something to eat, and he hated to disappoint her. But to get back to the disad- The Alumni decided that the President and faculty would have vantage of the One-Man Top to dress in this fashion in order to encourage the proper spirit shay, or buggy, another big item at dear old Walla-Walla. comicbooks.com