Judge, 1929-09-21 · page 34 of 36
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} How Many Mistakes in This Picture? ' Rules and Regulations | | Covering the Contest In drawing this picture the artist made between thirty and forty mis- TR} takes. How many can you find? | Jupce now offers you a chance to HH subscribe for a 4 r or two years to i the best humorous magazine in the | country, simply by detecting the cor- rect number of mistakes and filling in the attached coupon. | For example: The man in the fore- ground has no ears, the lady smoking the cigar in the fireplace has on only one rubber boot and is not reading Jupce, the chimney of the house is under the sideboard, etc., ete. Isn't it fun! See how many others you can find, Filling in the attached coupon will not be considered a mistake. On the contrary—it is the one thing about the whole picture that’s sensible. Judge Publishing Co. Ine, 18 East 48th Street New York City Dear Sirs: T am rectifying pieture t to JUDG all mistakes in the becoming a regular subscriber O 52 weeks (1 year) 0 104 weeks (2 years) Name. Address. City. State... (Continued from page 15) learn the symbols—you can’t down and pound it out on a typ writer the you do one of these measly stories.” way observed Whit- “You said it,” more. “Takes years. Same in my line. Why, seme of our officers can just take hold of a piece of cardboard and tell how thick it is, to a hair. And what kind of stock went into it—it takes years You wouldn't fool me, would I pleaded desperate! Hell, no.” assured Davis. “You're just lucky in being in a line which you can pick up in short order.” “And have your own hours, too,” said Whitmore. “Believe me, T envy Pretty soft.” 1 stood up abruptly and gath- ered together the sheets. I'm sorry I've got to go,” I said, “but I've got to meet aman, And I'm ou, much obliged for the sugges- | tions.” “That's all right,” said Davis cordially, “I'm afraid th | help you much, but looking thing as “T know won't the I said hurriedly. and thanks.” called Whit- more, as I grasped the doorknob. | “I've got a swell idea. Of course wife's cousin wrote a stor and she's ge “Great,” slapping his k read it.” suggest, “Get her to at's what I was going to said Whitmore. “If you want—” lere,” I said, “take the thing.” “That's the boy,” said Whit- more. “TM bring it back in a day or two.” “Keep it,’ I said bitterly. | “Keep it—let the cook read it, and the gardener too.” “Sure,” said Whitmore. “Gee, you're not sore, are you? It’s out of n I know—it's out of your line. Well, keep it, anyway, and when you're through, make lily cups out of it, and paper hats for the kids. But get their ideas on it first.” —Srantey Jos Or the Grand Canyon A saxophone is produced in | America every forty seconds. It is estimated that if they were all piled in one place in the Sahara Desert it would be a good idea. —Lonpon Opinion } It Wasn’t Permanent Geordie had just finished put- ting new wall paper on the sit- ting-room, when Sandy looked in. Outside was the roar of the Aber- deen traffic; inside was the hush of respectful admiration as Sandy at his friend's handiwork. s ey put it on demanded. Geordie gazed pityingly at the to be It was ¢: was on other man. seen that he Aberdonian, “Ye shairly dinna gaun tae bide here he replied. think I'm ma days,” —Answens ™n a country newspaper ap- peared the following advertise- ment: “The man who picked up my re Street was recog- He is requested to re- turn it.” The next day this reply was published: “The picked up your wallet requests recognized man who the loser to call « time and collect it.” —Prarson’s W LY No News Neighbor—How is your son this morning? “Oh,” replied the mother, “he's about the same; there's no im- provement one way or the other.” —Answens Retmen Butcuer—See all them books bound in calfskin? Frienp—Yer. Butcuer—Well, I killed all them calves myself. —Passinc Suow _ | EDWARD LaNCED PRINTING ©0., INC, JAMAICA, XT comicbooks.com pre ace sly