Judge — July 20, 1929 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE works of Marie Corelli. I've been out in the suburbs a week and my vote has been solicited by thirty-five young students wish- ing me to lubricate the road to Higher Learning. 1 got all the nt, and besides. wife's eyes bad and she isn’t allowed to read. So duck, before I sie Towser on you.” “Another candidate for Phi Beta Kap} I called up to Pearl. "The sixth this week and the second today.” I shooed about thirty more Seekers After Knowledge away from the front door the rest of that summer, and by the time autumn rolled around and I took down the screens, I could spot a scholastic vote-getter a mile aw: One afternoon IT was driving the roadster up from the villa a pretty good clip. About » this side of my house the al motoreyele cop signaled me to pull over to the curb, and I knew what I was in for. cop, tak- ing out . “Gotta give you a ticket. it's going to go bad with “T wasn’t making g °, I protested. an outrage,” ou'll have to tell that to Judge Feasley,” said the cop. “Judge whe IT asked, with a sinking fecling inside. “Judge Feasley,” replied the cop. “He elected to. the Bill, the window cleaner, finds the vibrator a great help in his business, County Trafic Court last w —Antior L. Lirpstas Vote for Feasley When the bell sounded, I told Pearl not to come in from the kitchen and I opened the front door myself. 300d morning, sir,” youngish man in ¢ suit, “my name is Feasley, I'd like you to vote for me. am doing this to help myself to——" “Is that so?” I interrupted. “T know your racket, my friend. You want me to subscribe to The Weekly Dishrag so that you can complete your studies at the Im- perial College of Taxidermy. If I will give you my subscription for two years, your magnanimous publishers will throw in, free of charge, a complete set of the Hoxt—Here’s a little something we made ourselves. ———s —