Judge — May 25, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Citanactens Dixen, a young lady of high berth, Hen Moron, who is old and grade. Barreny Ex, @ Cab-alry Troop. Private Can, a fast mail, Kixo Toot, a heap big Engine Chief. Act Oxe covered wagon-crossing the (Passengers all-aboard with the trip.) Cry Look-Ovr—E ' Seppex GI} GAIL en-gauge battle.) Passencens - From \GINES! in fierce Hooray, here come the soldiers, ap- proaching information! (Ente Private Can, dashing up with Bartery Et.) Private Can—Beat it, you dang-dang dome-bells ! Kixa Toor (indignant- Ty)—What's that you are terminus? Private Can (decisive- ly, to Barvery Ex)—It is time-tables were turned on these villains! Battery Ex. (in unison) Then let us turn-tables on them! Private Car Ready- (Engines fle Passexcrns they have flue! VATE All right! aim—firemen ! Ah, at last (To Pu Can)—How can we express our tanks? Private, Car—Oh, don’t meengine it. Dixer’s Motor— Where's Diner? I lost track of her! A Passencen—That Engine chief has iway. As soon as he scenery grabbed her! Dixen’s Moror—Oh, oh, my heart will brake! Passexcens—Be Dinen’s Morton ( from such a tender have stoker m—seat down! -ping)—Ah, I have loved her ! > (Clutches tiny object sleeper—her little “baby little See, here is her ch Putvate: Can (rushing up to Motor)—Chair up, lady! I will go and conductor safely home ! Dinen’s Moror—Oh, aisle be so grate-ful! Private Can—Is her head-light or dark? JUDGE Going Train No More! A Rail True Story By Marian Deitrick “Engin’ Chief” Dixeu’s Moron—She is very fare. golden trestles. Private Car her? Dinen’s Motor—She has had appendicitis, and you can see horse-car. She has long How clse shall [ wreck-ognize Private Can——Well, I will find her subway (excuse me, I have an awful coal). Diner's Moror—Cinder home, fusee her. 1 | would do the semaphore you. Private Can—Well, I blow. Pip-pip! | Dixen’s Morton (seaving)—Tootle-00! Act Two Scene — The Engine Reservation. (Enter Pui vatr Car.) Private Can—Stop, vil- lain! Do not tie that | maiden to yon tree! kK DoT (evasively) —Fuel tell us switch of us | you are talking to— Private Can— Lever To you! or we will put a Kip Must be a | coupler other fellers! Private Can (sternly) — | a shuttle con- | (He chutes.) smoke clears, (When Engines are running-light- | ly over plains.) Diver (shyly)—I wa- | ter-tank you for sav Private Can—Why, you are all pale and. shaki through-freight ! | | . Dixen — You have a ~ great at-traction for Can— And I es-steam you highly. | Dixer—Will you be my hub?) Wheel beso happy. | Private Can—But Tam of a lower-level than you! | | Dixrn—I do not care what your station! You | are agent! Private Car (doubtfully) be mad at choo? Dinrr- Private for me? Diner (blushingly)—Well, here is the only rail- way to show affection! (Kisses him.) (Both sing softly, Be—cars .. 1... Love You!) (Curtain) Private Won't your Motor My Motor can go boiler-head in deep fat. Can—And you really and_ trolley ty comicbooks.com