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

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“Will you please look up my Mystery of the Purple Tower’?” Those Charming People The latest report on the Wein- blom Reptile Expecition (Continued fram page 9) And now, exactly months and five deys after start- ing out, the expedition is reported in the East Baggage Room of Grand Central, held for charges. It has been there thirty- five days, and at the usual rate charged for expeditions (ten seventeen being This is Susie Fish, who was fired from Woolworth’s be- cause she couldn't remember the prices. Loxpon Cantine card and see if I’ve read ‘The —Everynopy’s Wrexry cents a day), there is three dol lars and fifty cents due on it Anybody who has three dollars and fifty cents and feels that he would like to own a nice almost new expedition ca get same by applying there. Nothing like a nice stuffed expedition to hang up on the wall of your den, boys. Do you stuff expedition Here's your chance! —Prneuman Judging the Movies (Continued from page 21) sturdy character of the four win ners, but which, cither because of direction, acting, or story ma- terial, were superior to the or- y Hollywood productions. how People”; “The Fool"; “ hind th man); ° of ; “Homecoming” (German); “White Shadows.” All the returns are not yet in, but so far “Uncle Tom's Cabin” and “Lonesome” are running neck and neck for being the worst movies ever shown anywhere dur ing any year. =e segey EE, CANTELOUPE TONIGHT PARSON TOWER PLANS SUNDER MY WINDOW WITHER GUN LOOKOUT FOYER SELF EFFIE SEIZURE GOOD NIGHT 7 «+ and in the morning, the telephone jingles + ++ a cheery voice tells it is seven and you rub your eyes and disappear again twenty fathoms under woolly blue blankets. A flighty, piping wind beats ’round the open windows —they should be down. The radiators sing a use- less song. Your better, far better half, sets sail for forty other winks. You start to fol- low, but conscience makes you cowardly. You snuggle deeper and wide eyed memory brings pictures of lordly bacon and golden toast, flaky, yellow waf- fles in puddles of golden syrup and floating islands of butter, whole pots of coffee, and +++ your bed covers explode! You jam down the windows! and to a tuneless whistled tune you race through the shower a min- ute ahead of the sweetest girl. Captain Room Service appears with a hot and savoury break- fast for two, in your room. Good Morning! What a won- derful sleep! See you soon? THE BOOK-CADILLAC HOTEL Carl M. Snyder, Managing Director DETROIT comicbooks.com