Judge — September 14, 1929 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE She Knew What She Wanted “No,” said Joan Smith, shak- ing her pretty head, “I won't marry you.” “You don’t love me?” “I do love you, George, but I want to have a career.” “But think of all I could do for you, sweethe: “You would meet the celebri- ties of two continents. There would be gowns from Paris and expensive motor-cars.” “Don't shout, G e. Mama's in the next room 5 she doesn’t like millionaires.” “Hang your mama! My yellow Mercedes roadster is out front. We'll dash vss the border and rried in an hour.” Tl be no rich man’s ing to live my own ve big thing n't give you up—I can't Just then the door opened, and Mrs. Smith came into the room, “Joan,” she said, “for heaven's sake, finish peeling those potatoes and stop mumbling to yourself.” —Frevenicx Bravery Customen—Say! What's the idea o° pullin’ my teeth? Ain't this a barber shop? “My, Henry, U'm comicbooks.com