Judge — May 10, 1930 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Thus Romance Doth Die I love you in a dainty flowered frock Or in a trailing velvet evenir gown, 1 love you in a simple peasant smock, I love you, whether hemline’s up or down. I love you ina snappy tailored suit Or swimming tights through which you greet the sun, In tennis togs [think you're rather cute And in a rumble seat you're loads But. darling. if you care at all for me And do not want te send my love on strike, Don't ever, ever, ever, let me see You clad in knickerbockers for a hike. Communtst—Oh, pardon me—I thought you were a policeman, Cannons Cannons. “WE'RE BREAKING INTO A CANTOR!” FUSSED THE FRANTIC FIREMAN Plant the pineapple, Red, and drop a note to the dicks explaining we're off to the Holy Land to bring back a piece of the double-cross. Finst Counear. Cusr—IWhat is it a car runs on, a girl cats with, and a man brushes his beard with? Secoxn Coureor Cuar (giving up)—I give up. F.C. C.—A road, her mouth, and a hair-brush, you boob! And now for fifty million letters cursing me for using unfair means and chickenry in that bit. 4 comicbooks.com