Judge — June 7, 1930 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Talkie of Two Ball-Players Dis- cussing the Opposing Pitcher ay, they call that big apple- knocker a pitcher! He ain't got nothin’ on the ball but the cover.” “Yeah, he's terrible. That third strike on me was two feet over my he . cah, the first time I struck out was because he laid one down the it with the count two and none and any busher would know he oughta wasted “How that bird wins is more than I can sec, That no-hit game he pitched last week was just because ot all the breaks. yeah, he’s awful. I'd a got at least a triple off him in the first inning if that dumb = center-fielder hadn't been playing « over out of posi That punk third-base- man made a lucky stab on one o” mine that was tagged for two f “Yeah, you can tell he ain't got no ase he don't: give no . Afraid to work the a “Well he ought to be when he ain't got nothin’ on the ball, All he’s got is that fadeaway and a high fast ah, and that dinky ct not to get by nobody it’s what I ot a thing. And how that bird has shut us out the last three times is more’n I can see. “Some burglars to see you, —Staniey Fitzcerarp Fresh Air Fund ov are invited to contribute any- thing from two bits to an I, O. U. to our new Fresh Air Fund. We even take rubber checks and boil them down for what we can get out of them. No sum is too small, The proceeds of this fund are to be used, not for tenement kiddies— but for Broad columnists and nightlife reporters. Think, for a few bucks you send a Broadway col- umnist away, and who has not longed for just suc opportunity 2” Come on, let's get together and give these fellows a little fresh air! It’s always darkest just before yn—in our neighborhood anyway, on most of the neigh- bors put the lights out. And Dora isn’t so dumb. She thinks the unwritten law is the Eighteenth “What are you doing under there?” Amendment. —R. C. O'Brien. “I lost my collar button.” 14 comicbooks.com