Judge — June 22, 1929 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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ee High Hat (Continued from page 21) his golf. He has perfected his } game on his home course to such an extent he doesn’t employ a | caddy. He knows exactly where every one of his 154 shots are going to be played, which enables him to place 154 clubs at 154 caches on the course. He uses 69 niblicks, 44 putters, 14 dri- vers, 3 brassies, 6 spoons, 7 mashies, 8 cleeks, and 3 midirons. He also caches seventeen lost balls where he knows he'll lose om ten down before he leaves the go near the course—just stays home and. takes a_ hot'n’cold | shower at 5:23 P. M., sits on the bathroom floor and telephones the locker room at the club and talks | to the rest of the boys in his foursome. | John Golden is giving up golf | as a result of a bad dream. He | dreamed he was in the middle of the Sahara Desert trying to play a ball out of the sand with an old umbrella. The club professional, when told about it, said John was probably sleeping too heavily on his left side. Jupcr, Jr. Swing Along Mazie—I hear your boy friend wants to settle down and get a home. Gertie—Well, he’s got a good start. I gave him the gate last night. —Norwicu Guipon They were talking about mod- ern music and dancing. “TI don’t like dancing to jazz,” said the girl. “It’s nothing but hugging set to music.” “Well,” asked the man, “what is there about that to which you object?” “The music,” she said. —Tit-Bits Relativity Dad — Twenty-eight boys in your class and you're at the bot- tom! You ought to be ashamed! Boy—Aw gee, dad. That's not so bad. Suppose there were fifty boys. —Monrtor A new explanation of that skele- ton found with its legs around its neck is that he was the first man ta.try dressing in ‘an upper berth. —Boston Transcript them and has his score all writ- | first tee. Some. days he doesn’t | EMBARRASSING MOMENTS When you have been making funny remarks about the party ... and find it’s your hostess you are talking to... be nonchalant... LIGHT A MURAD. © P. Lorillard Co., Est. 1760 “What an ass I was not to have brought along my Fit.” —Apvr. 2 comicbooks.com