Judge — March 15, 1930 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Flug, Your Magic Spell Is Everywhere (Continued from page 6) I hear he's in Hollywood. could look through the churches for this Batch. ‘T' "s always a bunch of monks hanging around churches.” As if to prove the truth of his asser- tion, the door opened and a patrolman entered, leading the missing Batch. tip he was hidi church,” plained. » and, sure enough, I got Batch in the belfry. “You are a brave boy, Costello!” d Sergeant van Hoogstra- him a handful of cop- sa reward. The coppers com- ned bitterly, but to no 1; the jubilant Costello bore them off in- stanter to his good wife, who ma them into a delicious meat-pie on the spot. And what glee lighted up the faces of all the little Costellos that y be sure, when they y on the groaning » to melt the 1 fellow as myself and, although I cannot be sure, I suspect I saw cynical old Menjou y with a gruff cough and wet Maybe we Meanwhile Batch and his satchels were put on the spot at the station. One bag was found to co n flug gathered from pencil sharpeners, whilst the other was stuffed with eraser leavings stolen from govern- Some chapters in the life of a British Heavy-weight. ment bonded warehouses. Besides this, the unhappy culprit had conce: small quantity of antique flug g' from beneath Washington's bed in Mount Vernon. A long-distance call to Mount Vernon confirmed the fact. The Washingtons, who rarely if ever look under their beds, further asked the police to search the thief for a half ton of coal, some old Sund newspapers, and an upstairs girl called Freda, all of them missing from beneath the bed. Sure enough, Freda was found skilfully sewed into the lining of Batch’s overcoat, but the coal was gone. The tearful girl con- fessed that they had eaten it during : y blow off the Bale: 1 our grub was gone pered with staring eyes. were growling ominously. B » and then days of calm, the dreadful, windless calm of the doldrums, during which we drifted ‘as idle painted ship upon a painted oc Sometimes I thought I must go mad at the hope- lessness of it all, There was no way out. I stopped the ‘ ighth Street and went speakeasy. he rest you know.” Sobbing, sh took her head in her hands and ca- ressed it. “I—I think we them made its apy had better leave lone together, men,” came the z voice in hushed accents. ntly they withdrew from the room, these men of a wonderful tolerance and pity, whose k ticked on in the dusty and Bateh did not At last he looked up from her slender throat. we make a new. start—all . my sweet?” The look of a hurt bird ws » now from her at brown eyes, and the unspoken answer of her lips raised to his brushed aside the past. For Sperry Batch knew that, come what might, 1 McGillivray had promised. to become his wife. “Blimey, old Bill’s become fond of animals all of a sudden, ain’t ’e?” “Naw, ’e’s only warmin’ 'is ’and: —Passina Siow EDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO., INC., JAMAICA, M. T. comicbooks.com