Judge — June 14, 1930 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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At the Fights The bout is ended, but the razz- berry lingers on. Another thing to be thankful f That Floyd Gibbons isn’t your barber. The unemployment situation — is really serious when the length of the bread-line equals the line at the pub lic golf links. We must have had Paris on the radio last night—all we could hear was “Oui-i-o! QOui-i-i!” Then there was the concern in Scot- land that celebrated its fiftieth anni- versary in business by getting a new typewriter ribbon, And one place where you won't hear any disparaging remarks about the “old man” is in the household of Mussolini's son-in-law. ve a little pity on the under dog: id the girl to her clumsy dane ing partner, We're paying our laundry bill by instalments because that’s the way we get our shirts back. Fifty million Frenchmen. can’t: Le wrong and Mussolini right. Then there's the girl who thinks “Hey, take it easy! I’ve never been up before.” undercover men are those who are “Neither have I.” found under tables in night clubs. Doctor Ditties The Plastic Surgeon A tidy sum he yearly makes Correcting Nature’s sad mistakes. The face that sinks or sags or shifts acticed skill he gently lifts. ammoth nose, designed for duty, He gives the added boon of beauty, Provided one can pay the price— (For precedent, see Fanny Brice). All praise to him, the wondrous wiz Who renovates the human phiz And glorifies, for us poor creatures, Our far-from-fancy facial features! —Artuvr L, Lirpsany Dora isn’t so far wrong this time, either. She says no wonder people get headaches after drinking nowa- days when the stuff they drink makes them hit the ceiling all the time. “Why didn’t you look where I was driving?” comicbooks.com