Judge — January 4, 1930 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Chefs Chafe as Steak Smugglers Flood Turkish Baths (Continued from page 8) iseman of the Crown!” he same,” said Jeffrey grimly. ou left me for dead on Hounslow Heath, but a strolling tinker proved my salvation, Here is your brace of Inspector Lestrade,” he turning to a burly form behind him in the darkness. Lestrade laughed shame- facedly. Well, Mr. Holmes,” he admitted, “luck is on your side again.” “Hardly "that, Inspector,” mured Holmes, taking down his violin from the shelf. “If you had read my monograph on the thirty-two ies of cigar-ash, you would have said, mur- agged this precious pair sooner.” Fog drifted across Baker Street, muffling the sound of Bow Bells in the distance. Somewhere the a loon resounded over the lagoon as Bob and Raskolnikov snuggl their warm blankets under the le the fire slowly became a glowing m of embers. The smell of the freshly cut balsam boughs and the pure air soon lulled them to rest. Another ds in “The Moving-Picture Boys’ tion in Eastern Manitoba” had come to an end. Chicago isn’t as bad ay it’s painted. The police have found only two drug stores that sell machine guns. —Oregon Enterprise Disappointren Convict (in altered a bit, ’as it? again after several years)—Tain't I thought after all these years they'd have intro- duced some noo labour-saving devices 'ere by now! —Loxvon Ortxion A Survey of Current Endurance Contests (Continued from page 15) to Australia on the last leg of our journey and spent yesterday morning watching a man eclipse ail existing dance marathon records. “I've been at it for twenty-five years,” he said after a cross-examination (Lichty and I were both very cross by that time), “and I still have plenty and St. Vitus. [ haven't attempted any refueling, because this is a serious business with me, and I'm not fuel- ing.” vim, vigor, We returned last night just in time to go to press, which we needed badly, Taking it all in all, our tour was an extraordinary waste of you've broken all endura merely by reading about it. time, and re records full-blooded Indians drank ¢ solution from an auto- ator in Minnese d died iy. The Indians haven't be- come ustomed to the white man's ways yet. —Pineiirs in the Evening Sun Nice Gextieman (soothingly)—I suppose I ought to consider myself very lucky. Truck Driven (getting out)—Yes, up to nah! 32 —Passinc Suow FEW ARD LANGER PRINTING Co. comicbooks.com