Judge, 1929-12-21 · page 16 of 36
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JUDGE With Sorrow Overflowing Why do you let me wait Knowing I need you—on Why is my every plea rejected? What in the world am I going to do? ed, uP Long have I lived in sodden sorrow, Praying you'd soon be with me here; Waiting that oft delayed tomorrow, | Hoping each moment that you'd appear. Come, ere this tide of woe surrounds me, Don't keep me waiting week on week ; Hurry before the water drowns me— Janitor, please come and fix that leak. Unhappy predicament of a Frigidaire Salesman —Cannont Cannon f : An Open Letter to Carroll Carroll I am rather worried. You see, I think I have been out with your girl. If this letter enables you to establish the truth of my suspicion, I shall ask Hi | your pardon and promise to stay away from her forever. To begin with, I discovered that this young lady thinks a sunken den is a place where they grow lecks, that an autobiography is one of those foreign cars, that all men who wear braces are cripples Cadman’s Counsel is a Tr. Furthermore, she’s obsessed by the | idea that all C a is dry: she read | it on a ginger ale bottle, and th | person suffering from auto-intoxica- | tion is apt to have his driver's license taken a i When she learned that I have a i | brother who went to Washington & | i Lee, she wanted to know why he left Washington. This woman has her own views con- cerning New York's traffic problem. “The trouble is,” she told me, “New York's too small; it’s not large enough oe | to hold all those cars, they ought to } | make it bigger.” Wt “Say, do you know Carroll Car- a | roll?" T asked. a |} “Heavens,” she said, as soon as Ti she was able to stop laughing, “you stutter so,” | Well, is she or isn’t she, Mr. Car- | i roll? Yours truly, | Freverick Brapiey | } They Must Use It | | First Rapio Buo—What can you i } do with the acid from an old battery? Via Secoxp—Won't the laundry buy The son of the chain-store magnate hangs up his stockings. | | | 14 comicbooks.com