Judge — February 8, 1930 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “The Great Change” “You don’t get any sport like this in the city, eh?” cried Thayer. My urban blood tingled to the thrill of the hunt as we stepped out of his re- constructed farmhouse. Or maybe it was merely the chill of the night air. “Wait till Nemo stirs up the coon, continued Thayer. “Sweetest music in the world, man! Some dog, Nemo— you can’t beat an Airedale. Do any- thing. “I guess so,” I said dubiously, fall- ing over a root. “You don't think he'll make another pass at me dark and all, do you, stopped sudden! “Listen! Nemo’s raised him—come He streaked off, yelling, and I floundered in his wake. Twice I felt my trousers catch and rip. Branches whipped my face except on the fre- quent occasions wh I sprawled headlong in the sun Eventually I caught up to Tha who had e1 countered difficulty in a barbed wire fence. He tore free as I panted up. “Sport, heh?” cricd, a predatory light in his eyes. “Some change from turday night in the city, heh?” ves,” I gasped. “How about sit- ting down for a breath, old man? “No, no,” shouted Thayer wildly. “Nemo’s treed him—we must shake him down before he jumps into an- other tree. Get up, quick!" Again he skimmed off. We finally broke through a clump of maples, where Nemo capered insanely. “Good old Nemo,” bellowed Thayer. , » He embraced the beast. “Don't tell hat’s that? me he isn’t a born coon dog. € him a pat, can’t you?” I extended a bruised hand, at which the dog snapped, probably from the excite- ment. I booted him surreptitiously as he turned away. Thayer stared aloft. “There he cried Thayer, point- ing. “Climb up and shake him down!” “Why that’s what you're supposed to guess, Every day the paper publishes a puzzle recipe. You cook it, and if your husband guesses what it is, you get a dollar.” . ch?” said Thayer disagrce- ably. “All right, then, I'll go. up. That means you'll have to pull 3 off him when he hits the ground. “Oh, very well,” I groaned. With Thayer boosting, I clasped the abra- sive trunk and shinned painfully aloft. Some twenty fect up I was h a querulous growl and a smouldering green eyes. I shook the limb. “Get down,” I commanded. POR DAAY The creature showed its tecth in a a hiss. “Shake him down!" — screamed The wife arrives at the Airdrome ready for the trip south. Thayer. “Climb out and shake him 16 Aid comicbooks.com