Judge — January 18, 1930 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Force of Habit ‘Il it be, boys, Scotch or d the ex-bartender as he pre- aste labels on the bottles of ch of stuff. ed to his newest And if a fellow makes better home- brew than anybody else in the world, i | the dry agents will probably set a bet- ter trap for him, Our home is like a modern hotel: ra i) | we have radio in every room, and it's t | all because the walls aren't sound- | proof. | . . = | Don't forget: Even away down => ’ i | South, in the land of cotton, you some- “ee A | times have to wear woolens. Cop—IWhat the *@&#S*** do you think I held my hand out for? , —R. C. O'Brien Broxe—I thought you was goin’ to turn around. | Helping Hands | i After the doctor's bill has been th rendered & i “Sure, it seems like a lot of jack, \ but some birds get hit even harder a than that. You're lucky to have your right cye left, if you ask me, hey Jo 7} “It’s nothing you can figure out, ' because there’s no standard of com- parison. They just look you over and | charge what they figure you can stand : without starving to death,” i “You've got to see their side, too. Takes a man a long time to tack an M.D. on his name. Every patient ys for a week or two of that school- ing, you see?” “Well, why didn’t you dress up in some old clothes and get in on a free Nobody makes you go to these 1 specialists like Mike Donahue, you know. SEGOLaw “Oh, well, pay it and shut up. You'd spend the same amount on something else, and not have half as muc k about for the rest of your lif nyw poet: “Doc Wyman told me he had to soak the few honest patients he had to even up on all the dead beats. Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it? Oh, pardon me—I didn’t mean to get you all stirred up in —Sranxiey Jones comicbooks.com