Judge — April 19, 1930 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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YON) Tue YOUR OEE TEV EMTs ON REQUEST PROF COLLIER WILL NOT FURNISH PROOF OF ANYTHING 1S A CROW INDIAN SENTENCE MEANING “DONT GE LIKE THaT? Calendar for May, August, APRIL, ETC. Tue. Thur, Sat. Mon. Wed. Fri. an to[ = fats i ate Be [a] ete [e | 12 | e ee CALENDAR _ an Indo China. Any day of ény month of any year van be ascertained by simple ed- dition For wstance — If you wish to know what day the 8™ of September fell on in 189@ merely sdd— S+S+itzz=76 and 7 is olways Thursday. King Henry of Eng- land was never King of Endjand, had no use for women ond never married. A potato over Joo YEARS OLD WAS DUG UP IN HE RUINS OF HERCULANEUM IT WAS WRINKLED wit AGE, GUND it ALL TS EYES AND HAD WHISKERS NINE FEET LONG EK BASEBALLS Are MADE OF CLEOMARGARING, THEY ARE SOAK- ED IN HORSE -LINIMENT AND HARDENED. sega Her Fatnuer—Fido! Fido! Come here, you —— —— pup. What Shall we Call Our New Planet? (Continued from page 14) “That one,” said Dr. Hoerb: dicating one of the tiny dots of light with a pin, Dr. Slipher adjusted his eye-glass and, bending over the table, said: don't believe that's a planet at all. looks more like a fly-speck.” “First thing you know, somebody will try to get there in a rocket,” said Dr. Sh: . raved a heavy astro- nomical sig “If you ever did succeed in reaching there in a rocket you'd freeze to death, inas- much as the new planet is an_ icy cosmos.’ ou could carry a hot-water bottle and heavy, fur-lined mittens,” sug- gested Dr. Slipher. Yes, would you do when you pre?” asked Dr. Shapley. build snow forts, y time. It can't be too cold for me, fellows,” replied Dr. Slipher, rubbing his ears till they were a bright red. Dr. Hoerbiger looked skeptical: “How'd you get back >" I'd borrow a couple of dollars and hiteh- hike,” replied the astronomer, “T bummed my way from Newark to Clevela . “Yes, that’s no four billion w added: “Why, Doctor “teven count to four billion, let alone travel that far through interstellar space.” Dr. Slipher said: “Oh, can’t 1?" and started counting: “One, two, three,” on up to ten. Suddenly, when he had reached ten, he turned around and, to his utter dismay, the other three astron- omers had vanished. So, hoa “Ready, or not, you must be caught,” Dr. Sliphce started hunting all over the observatory for his playful col- leagues; and, on looking into the eye- piece of the huge Lowell Telescope, he saw, not the newly-discovered planet, Sylvia, but Dr. Lampland, looking 500 times his usual size. DREreupons with a ery of “All in, all in!" the astronomers went home, tired out, but happy. —Jack Civetr Try For a Parole An uplift worker, visiting a prison, was much impressed by the melan- choly attitude of one man she found. “My poor man,” she sympathized, “what is the length of your term?” “Depends on politics, lady,” replied the melancholy one. “I'm the war- den.” —Boston Transcript comicbooks.com