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JUDGE How Henry Won Success A year ago, when Henry Glimff started writing his first talkie script, he was penniless. T he is worth half a million dollars. Henry's talkie didn’t have: A plot about a poor entertainer who became a star. A mysterious series of mid- t murders. A dozen night-club scenes. A couple of mammy or father- and-son_ songs. igster who reformed be- who turned out to be a detective, or An actor who carried on, al- though his sweetie was dyin, It was a good talkic, at that. . Henry still is trying to sell it. Jauen—Here's your pickled tripe. He made the half million by Socnrates—No, thanks—I'll take poison. inventing a handy potato-peeler. : ———_—_——_—_ —Cuer Jounxson -NEWS ITEM NEW YORK To THE POUTE MAIL Sg MAN MIGHT OFFER “Tropical Voice of America” HAVE, POLITE FO WAU OuFe 66S Pie © OnLy Cops? _ OR MIST ROUTE. It was near the beach at Mi ww ~Y < ? “SD ami, They faced each other Do “ > across desk on the screened J porch of a pretty Spanish bun- galo gerly he awaited her an- swer. His future depended upon what this woman with the large serious eyes would say to him. It was an evening for romance. A young moon rode the high sky THE ACCOMMODATING ike: 3 ‘ Tene i "GIT DRESSED, LADY, WHITE WING WASHES like a queen. Wisps of white \ GOTTER CARIEY YA BOWN" THE NEIGHBORHOOD cloud — scudded CAES Os MIS DAY Cee breath of breeze, scented, blew in from the oc Palms swayed mysteriously unison with the scarce audible rustling of their fronds. A myriad lights twinkled along the beach front; glamorous, exotic. So much depended on what she would say. If luck was with him, he would have a hon down at last. He lit a cig: with fingers that trembled. But N IMSHES THAT ) she must not see how much he Say NOVEL rare 87 5 cared! No ~ IX®: . He could stand. the suspense Y dy « ED F373, ‘ppd: i : oe af re Y| no longer. he asked 5 a = 4 § - ty fH A, x be ~ | tremutously, “how | hat x \ Rr i And De- then she spoke. cisively, almost curtly. “If you take it for the year, we'll make it a hundred and thirty a month, furnished. > garage will be extra!" W. Ksicut comicbooks.com