Judge — October 12, 1929 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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4 Sure Cure Dictitian—A few leaves of let- tuce without oil, and a glass of ora to that and your we down, Woman—Well, that’s fine, doc | tor. Now, do I take that before or after meals? —Union Paciric Magazine | | The alleged chemist who said { diamonds can be made ic sugar perhaps has been studying the new tariff bill. t —Lovuisvirie Counter-Journan } Those ladies who strive carnestly to reduce their we are merely seeking their own | i | | Worxaan—Sorry! I must have lost my way. I meant to come kind of form relief. | up on Broadway! —Hesonist —Sovtuens Lustperman | | | Food and Crime The war to the death on the Perhaps it would be a good » Detroit rum-runners has proved idea to call off this trouble in so effective that tl have been China and use it as a Crossword obliged to change their schedule. puzzle instead. —Ointo State Journar —Evrnysopy’s Were. (“Wrong food causes crime,” says Salvation Army.) James held up a train | safe or till, | It wasn’t due to twisted brain | Or urge to rob and kill; His depredations many and The speed with which he shot Were due to this: he couldn't stand { The awful food he got. i} A holdup on the Santa Fe | At night when all was quict Was like as not performed when | he Just lacked a balanced diet. H A mail train job at hour late— A bullet through a porter, Were happenings t Desserts he “hadn't orter.” When Gerald Chapman made us quake | With deeds the statutes ban, i 1 j He lacked the vitamins that make 1H) ‘A normal, honest man. 1! His life of dire crime 4 Was due to this, th Wit He had the vitamins But lacked the ones called | | And so it’s been throughout all || time | Where good and bad both meet: i { If you'd avoid a life of crime Be careful what you eat. All sorts of food can take a kid And wreck him in his teens But nothing makes him hellward skid Like unwashed spinach greens! —From H, I, Phillips’ column in Boyv—What's the paddling like, Mister? the New York Evening Sun —Passixe Siow comicbooks.com