Judge — October 5, 1929 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Just Before the Battle, Mother We fumbled forward in the dark, choosing our steps with care. Less than two hundred yards ahead men were dying like flies. They were penctrating into a wood pocketed and crisscrossed with Boche machine gunners. Further to the left, an inferno of bursting shells spouted foun- tains of earth and smoke sky- ward. Very lights flickered spas- iving to the whole scene ibulous unreality. Headed in the opposite diree- tion from ourselves, and so close gainst them, was a steady stream of hu > manity. The difficulty of getting citizens to serve jury duty is aver- “Poor devils!” I muttered to come by equipping box with radio set so they can be entertained my companion, “They had during trial. enough, and small wonder. ‘This _ sort of thing gets under your | skin. I haven't seen anything to | , , speak of yet, and I'm as limp | TT 5 4 : as a rag already.” we sometimes bumped My companion nodded sympa- ly. were quite near the scene action now. S$ to sounds seemed suddenly to envelop us like a salvo of hand-clapping or a burst of machine-gun fire! Someone just ahead held up a hand peremptorily. Dimly, 1 could make out his u in the plush blackness. asked. “In here, sir,” he said, “third and fourth from the aisle.” Betty and I stumbled over two pairs of feet, sat down and gave our undivided attention to the thrilling battle on the screen. —A. W. Kiar Saeeeee eet peters Rushing Tactics By a determined rush, Jones gained five yards, although he didn’t quite make his goal. On the next attempt he was thrown for a loss, the opposition rushing him. The third time he just about held his own. On the final attempt he made it, due mostly to perfect interference. The way was cleared for him, and all Jones had to do was rush through the openings. But even at that, the time was so short, he just did make it, the subway door almost closing on him before he got Tie Harr or Fame i —R. C. O'Brien (If everyone who thinks they belong there got in.) through Np oaerys aaRet IIIT ahaa eet comicbooks.com