Judge — July 13, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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ting course wherever he happens to be camping. As I said, golfing is Batterslea’s other habit, hobby, vice or what-you-will, When it got to be three weeks after I saw Batterslea de began to wonder where with his camping — equipment. He'd never on the street one day [asked her if she'd heard anything from her husband. She told me he phoned t he was camping,” I she told me, “but luckily there is a telephone near- by. “But doesn’t he find it pretty expensive phoning y hback-woods It only costs to phone from where he’s camp- i Mrs. Batterslea informed 1 every “But then he must be eamping very near town,” [ objected. “He is,” Mrs. Batterslea went nd having a lovely time He moves camp sometimes twi a day, getting nearer his objective all the time. He expects to finish the trip within a few weeks now and be home Labor Day.” My curiosity by this time ‘al- most unbearable, I asked where in the world B. ing and movil and. still) rem to make five Mrs. Batterslea laughed. * the trip he takes every day said. “He's. waiting the public golf links to round of golf while the w fine.” terslea was camp- ron tw day —Cannott Carrow Especially During Arguments Taking home movies is some- thing rather bors have bey w, but our neigh- doing their own home broadcasting for some time. “What do the Iowans think of President Hoover's farm relief plans?” I don’t know. I haven't been in Los Angeles lately.” We know one thing: we'll never sit through a Chinese talking pic- ture. JUDGE “THE PAPER COMES FIRST” A TRAGEDY OF THE NEWSPAPER CAME ii sas Tya}@d | ‘ol CHIEF | / 4] YOUR WIFE _ a IS DYING! BUT CHIEF | YOUR BABY 15 DYING! WELL LO iy 0 PRESSE ON TIME, SCANLON! ORDERED SPEED THROUGH LLENLHED TEETH Step into the bathroom, folks, and I'll show you a clean pair of heels named Irma and Burma, “Pass me them papers!” hoarsed the hero, “I can't, they're at the blacksmith’: s " qua- vered the villain. “Aha, you're having them forged!” flayed Ferdinand. “No, I'm having ther filed!” sneered St. Clair. One more British drawl from a book-rev » and I'm off to Mt. Carmel to take the veil. The oasis,