Judge — October 19, 1929 — page 26: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE I'M PURGING THE DRAWERS FROM THE GOLD, BOYS, SNICKERED THE SCIENTIST Has anybody a job in an orchestra for a boy who used to play the serual symbols in Dr. Freud's dance team? “dnd do you keep a watch-dog, Mr. Plavnik?” asked Miss Gravnik, “No,” smiled Plavnik impishly; “if we hear @ noise, we bark our selves!” You may be a fire-bug in Fort Wayne, but you needn't try arson around here. ,° ok 2 A oy apy <0 ae sy ane fa oer Sh CUBTES f Ganae— Svu—Cheer up, Bill—look at the seats we get for all the big games.