Judge — May 3, 1930 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Henny Wor—Big hole The Ring General sp how old nild-looking rty-two,” “Well,” said his questioner doubt- fully, “that’s pretty young, but “Oh,” broke in the other eagerly, : look young, but I feel pretty weak and tired.” The questioner brightened. “That's different,” he smiled, “and were you a good prize- osh, no; IT was awful.” “Did you ever win a fight?" “No, sir, never.” “And were you knocked out often?” “Yes, sir, in every fight except one. The questioner was plainly taken hack at this. Why weren't you knocked out in that one? “Well, you see,” faltered the other, “TL was almost out, but the bell saved » four I don't know how I ed to stay the limit.” 5 beamed the questioner. “I guess you'll do. Just sign on the dot- ted li nd don’t forget to show up he thin, mild-looking man took the pen that was extended to him and tremblingly scrawled his name on the dotted line, while his questioner heaved a ger had just another opponent for him. —Isipore Kissen T can't tell heads or toe with this sock! heads, little holes—toe! Danie dear, bebut, honestly, night in a lion's den, IT spent B-believe it or not, m-my last The Mystery of the Unfurnished Room QO tve the howling wind mingled with occasional crashes of thun der. ‘The noise of rain beating against the windows of the small frame build ing was accentuated by the hollow ex sof the one large room. It was bereft of all furnishings, with walls unpapercd and smudged with dirt. Standing near the farthest wall, a rand a girl were faintly discern in the gloom that penctrated the ned and crusted windows. Their bodies were rigid—they seemed to he listening with bated breaths for some expeeted sound. She his arm. here it. is wht the which had attention a few mo- suddenly gripped in a whispe a Hlis trained car same muffled “tap-tap-ts arrested their ments before. Almost breathless, murmur, “W For a flee nt his strained A, then he us he spoke tone as it ng mon attention was not divert: slowly turne His voi hollow had ‘a peeuli echoed around the open room. “D lady, but it’s cither them overhead valves tapping loose bearin’ from n't know for sure, or else she running without "hough oil.” Vincent Butirn Once ina while you hear a popular song that really is good. But most of them are just fair to maudlin, Blessed is the tie that binds and doubly blessed. the one that doesn’t wrinkle, “Please “don't talk to me now, Ernest—I've got to get ready to pass this car.” 14 inn i ae a re in tn comicbooks.com