Judge — November 9, 1929 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE The Consultation The three eminent. specialists soberly entered the little room just off the parlor and lit cigars. | | “What do you make of it, Hop- —~| kins?” asked Leslie, the oldest } of the group, a venerable prac- ner with white hair. We'll have to amputate, I’m fraid. I don’t think she'll re- spond to half measures.” “Tcan’t say I agree with you,” aceon od said Keyes, the youngest’ and Mike” the rough-neck canary of Hester most modern of the consultants. = Street, New York City, sings bass. “LT think we can avoid making this an operati I would | est. periodic injections of jections !" snorted Leslie. “Don't you know anything else? You've |/f got a hobby, young man, and u'll ride it, I sce, whether it ks of the charlatan or not.” u're a fine one to be talk- || 2° onthe chin keatwg of malpractice,” said Keyes. mselF out. 1920 Remember that case over” at White Plains — the Ferguson family? Aha! I thought that would silence you.” “We're getting nowhere, commented Hopkins, “There's in anxious family beyond that door iting our ding They're pay | “Injections! Injections! In- | | e Mon-Losable “gelf invented by Bill Birdse of Fairway Florida gnosis. us a fat fee, and ot to render some kind of - 1 unified report. Leslie and I \ RANT) are for amputation, ‘That's two to one nst you, Keyes. Shall | (200 49 , ' \ £ The Limited. J ee ike te Ohcniione (wx Jones, the intrepid engineer of The Limited, drove his : : 2 “Overland Hier across a sulch two thousand f “Well, we'd I \ ; deep’ tea : cll, we'd better put up a Boulder, Coleredo, without: mishap He didnt know the bridge was out. iV : | solid front,” said Keyes. “T’'m L—_ 9°" with you, reluctantly.” Dr. Leslie gravely entered the | | living-room where a white-faced | sroup awaited him. “Folks,” v~| | said the sage, “we unanimously urge the necessity for immediate imputation, There is no other way out. My colleagues are al- ? | ready sharpening their saws in | the back yard, and in ten minutes ] we'll have that decayed bough off | | your oak tree.” ] —Artucer L. Lippaann ; | | Heredity Note | | Scientists claim that a ten- | deney in children to overeat can generally be traced to the sins of | } | the fodder. 4 { —t } There ain't no justice, Atrial “Sa. oe | will convince you, There’s just something demoralizing about the game. Comicbooks.com