Judge — February 23, 1929 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

| | JUDGE Voice rrom INsipe—All right, dern it, | hear ye! COME IN! A Little Auto-Suggestion It was just a poor old battered car, purchased at an auction and about to be taken away. Its new owner stepped on the starter and with sundry wheezes and grunts the motor crept into a convulsive start; the car was going. But it stopped almost immedi- ately. One ain he stepped, and once more the motor, with squeal and an asthmatic cough of protest, throbbed into life; the car was going again. Then it stopped. Once more he stepped on the button, but this time, with a screech and a low n, the car collapsed in a heap, gone beyond repair. Just a poor old battered car that had finally succumbed to the hypnotic influence of too many auctions. —Hat Sait Mr. Spiritualist (to wife)— I help you with your rap, Something Had to be Done My wife wouldn’t learn to smoke ‘And I could not, induce her; But, anyv I bou we compromised: it her a reducer, “Migosh, Hank! I wish "phone; it gits on me nerves!” th’ The Friendly A Scotchman may be tight, but he'd give his right arm to a friend, provided he had nothing in his hand at the time. foreman would answer that Scot comicbooks.com