Judge — June 1, 1929 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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

Winning Solution of Judge’s Mystery Contest No. 4 $25.00 awarded to John W Lloyd, 126 College .Ave., N Brunswick, N. J. In August of 1911, I was play- | ing with Joe Cook's ball club, holding down third base at Five | Corners, a small town near Dunn's p. At that time third base va- | ried considerably and I often used | Spot, the dray horse, | One day [heard a posse holler in the neighborin, oods, “H | Swilt! Oh, you, Tracy Swilt! and imagine my surprise when the bag suddenly rose beneath me and galloped off in the opposite direction. Well, here is mystery. I thought, so I grabbed the horse’s mane until it) came loose, revealing Tracy Swilt with a false tail and fetlocks disguised Taste the Juice of Real Mint Leaves as third base. He later raced in | the Kentucky Derby, but someone | pulled the derby down over his eyes and he ran into a near-by pasture, where to this day he has been g ng. But to get back to the mystery, whoever transformed Swilt into a horse was the severer of Mrs. | Merchisen. It was, I discovered, | | an unfortunate case of a young cut-up who studied Hou tricks in his spare moments. T | youth was none other than Hang Wung, the Chinaman, delivering laundry one | day, Wung conceived the idea of working on the two victims; but after horsifying Sw and cutting Mrs. Merchisen in half with a extra flourishes, he forgot the so- lutions, and for want of a better excuse, he put the spare parts in the desk drawer under “matters pending.” Damned clever, these Chinese! Wung was never apprehended and is now a Mexican general. When last heard of he was pulling his disappearing act on the Fed- erals, ‘dstead twelve feet long and nine feet wide. That's a lot of bunk! —Patirinper affords just that taste of mint we all like after meals and after smoking. It whitens teeth — sweetens breath — aids digestion and calms the nerves. secures WRIGLEY'S Famous Explorer—On my last | hunting trip I do two im- | | mense elephants. Flapper—How thrilling! Did you have much trouble getting them into the bags? —Soutn’s Weexey, Sydney Discusten Wire—You hold a job, Worthless? Say, nigger, when you all hold a job a week, mosquitoes will brush their teeth with Flit and like it! Apvr. ~comicbooks.com