Judge — January 4, 1930 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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jo Insomnia Then there was the sheep-rancher who lost sleep after counting sheep, because he found a lot were missing. It’s so crowded in Florida this sea- son, even the Indians with reserva- tions are sleeping in the woods. The Forty Niners There’s nothing new about a bar- gain rush. It's the same old Trail of .98. Anti-Saloon League Mother—Bobby, what did you mean by shooting Johnny in the back with your air rifle? Bobby—Nothing, mama. We were just playing Prohibition. door.” JUDGE “Listen, young man, if you have anything to sell, bring it to the back “Have I got him ona lease? My gosh, are they leasing them now?” Thank-You Letters Dear Cousin Gustav: I am writing with the fountain pen you sent me for Christmas, and only wish you were here so that I could tell you in person what I think of it. And, by the way, since you have been han- dling these pens for y know a good of clothing. Mot suggests salt and pumice. We all wish you would stop in and see us soon, You'd be sur- prised at the welcome you'll get. Your Devote Nerurnw Dear Aunt Hattie: I can’t tell you how much the cro- cheted bedroom slippers were enjoyed, especially by Towser and Prince. As you never fail to have opinions on everything, possibly you can tell me the best way to get pink silk yarn out of police puppies. Ini the meantime I am enclosing the soles which I am sure you can fix up for my birth Your Lovina My Dear Brother: I am writing to thank you for the skis you sent Herbert he could not be expected to. They st what his mother wanted him to have. They'll keep him out of trouble till well into spring. We expect him home in a few days now, although the casts will not be taken off for some time. The little fellow thinks of you all the time, and I'm sure he'll be glad to see you when he gets back his strength, As Ever, Your Brotuer. —Carroll Carroll comicbooks.com