Judge — December 29, 1928 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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doing there? well-dress Service | | The door opened slowly, ereak- | ing on rusted hinges; spiders, dis- | turbed from languorous ease by | the unwonted movement, raced madly over their filmy hammocks. From the square, tomb-like structure tottered an old man, | bent and feeble, his long hair and | matted beard long strangers to Hi |} razor or comb, Blinking uncer- Nt tainly in the bright morning sun- | light, he stood, surveying the sur- i rounding landscape with a wist- 1] ful, eager air, as though, lik if sailor home from the sea, he 1) would, by the sight of once familiar objects, recall memories of a happicr day. As the old man stood there in his nervous, hesitant way, I could but think of Rip Van Winkle of old, whose misadventures had amused me asa child. ‘This mod- crn Rip—he, too, by his attitude, must have been long banished from association with his fellow- men. Perhaps he was a lifer, but lately from the ‘Tombs, some luck- less. malefactor, who, runni PUT ALL YOUR YEC COPPER, TWITTED THE I found this droll whimsy in the poe bad attack of starboard jitters. ‘y, stupid, what are you growled Patrolman Parsnip at a bloke after the crash. “Oh, I'm just scraping up an acquaintance! Archie, dabbling in the débris. will be f coman's ensemble this fall, one hears. afoul of the law, had but recent- ly been pardoned and was now for the first time tasting the doubtful joy of freedom. So suddenly had it come upon him though, he scemed at a loss how to use it. It 1 be he even wished himself back in the dun- geon which for so long a time had been all the home he had known. Here I moved closer to him, determined if possible to pierce the veil of mystery which seemed to surround him, “But what is wrong, oh, an- cient one,” I inquired, “Why do you gaze so anxiously, is it that You seck a long absent friend. do you mourn a loved one who has’ passed beyond? — Speak. brother,” Tu 1, “for if I can be of a I would gladly aid you. istance, IN ONE BASKET He rolled his | washed - out . O. DIC et of a bo'sun who had a i world-weary "sup at me in mute appeal lly summoning his waning faculties to his aid, he placed a trembling hand upon A my shoulder. articulated “es Alas, 1 ratured in the good friend.” he muttered, “I am as one returned from the dead—long have I so- journed in yonder cell—long Wire—Stop at once, Edgar—I've had enough! comicbooks.com