Judge — June 14, 1930 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Customer—Are you sure this soup has calories in it? “No, buddy! Dat soup has nothin’ in it but beans!” Semper Fidelis Tue were talking over their cups. “And just think, Josephine, s not met your hush speaker was a blonde. swell one, too. The other, whose hair was hidden by a hat, said: “He'd like to meet you, Elsie, but he's so seldom home... . “Oh, [ didn’t know that he trav- eled,” the blonde kind of murmured. “Yes, he travels around quite a bit. And he’s gone for such a long time when he does go that I just don’t know what to do with myself.” “Why don't you go with him?" I reed with blonde. Why didn’t she? I simply can’t stand hotels, Elsie.” “Well, you've a home and your adorable kiddy t should take care of you.” Aj d with the blonde. A sensible woman, that. “It does, and then, too, he makes a good living for us, and that’s all he thinks about.” “Are you sure?” the blonde ask “Why, Elsie, w “Now, don't be only mean that whe he’s apt to forget—to—well, you know. 2...” “Yes, I know what you mean; but Harry doesn’t run around. He has t do you m ry, dearest, I a man’s away no opportunity.” “What? A traveling man with no opportuni “Oh, she doesn’t travel in that way—he travels around sitting on dif- ferent flagpoles.” —Davino S. Lenman Excuse it, Please! TT're Casino was crowded. As I passed by the roulette table my eyes were t by one of the most tragic, gazed upon. A young Amer- ican gitl was playing the wheel and losing with every turn. Slowly but inexorably her small stack of chips was For as surely as she put her money on ever desperate faces I have , nine would appear, or if it was rouge she chose, then noir would turn up. Finally in desperation she grabbed her last’ hundred franc chip and planked it down on twenty-two. The ball faltered, popped in and out and came to rest on seventeen! With a half stifled ery she pushed her chair back and ran from the room. A rather genial old Frenchman was standing by my side and he, too, had been watchin’ for he turned to me and said: Phat your pst triste, is it not? Every night she come here and lose her money. She is what you call ze Beauty Contest Winner from all ze Telephone Girls in America. Poor thing, she cannot get —KRex Deane the scene 1 now. ze right number!” — Dr.—IWhat you need is a change of scenery!! Victim or Auto Accipent—Oh, yeah! Well, if I hadn’t changed so much of it I wouldn't be here now!! comicbooks.com