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

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J “Step on It, Your Highness,’ Said Sir Walter Walter's new coat. The loveliest coat in his coaterie. Down into the mud it went. Across it trod Her Royal Highness . . . Squish! Slosh! Swoosh! R. L. P., lovely coat. You died nobly! “I'm so sorry,” said the Queen. “Really... .” “Don’t mention it,” said Sir Walter. “It tickled my Sixth Sense to see it. Look, I'm laughing. “And what, pray, is this Sixth Sense?” asked the Queen, who wasn't very good at puzzles, “Got you that time,” chuckled Raleigh. “It is my saving grace. It is my Sense of Humor.” Nowadays we don’t pave streets with coats for our ladies, But we do get spat- tered by all kinds of depressing things in a lifetime; bills, ills, chi glooms, grouches a what not! Take a tip from Raleigh. Cultivate the Sixth Sense—Humor. How? Very simple, Merely by reading Juoce weekly. JUDE UBLISHING CO., INC. 18 E. 48th Street, New York, N.Y. Dear Judge: want to cultivate the Sixth Sense, and enclose my check for 1) 10t-week course. Name Address... | [1 S2week course