Judge — June 28, 1930 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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But What Kinda Gas Did He Use? R: p edged us foot forward a trifle more. Faster, faster! He must show tore speed. Twice he had lost. This time he was out to win. There was a din of cries around him, but that steady, droning, purr drowned them out. “Step on ‘er, Red. You're nearly two laps behind!” “He'll never place better than sec- ond!” Oh, veah? Red grinned to himself and edged his foot a little farther un til it was jammed tight against the floor. Without slackening spe need at his nearest comp r eyes met. A challenge! ed speed. Now he was only a doa half behind. Now but a Now Red's passed him!" “Two-bits to a dime he finishes at least three laps to the good!" “C'mon, Red!" “Whoopee! He's flashed across the finish!" “Gosh! What a licking!” Red sighed, stretched and backe away. He'd shown ‘em at last. May- be he was the only red one in a litter of maltese kittens, but what he'd just done to that dish of milk was nobody's business. —Cuertr Jounson JUDGE 2 | Se & Linch. Ww an |S 7reenetee °o The weeds grew so fast in Mr. Suburb’s garden that he had to be careful not to step on one when it was about to come up. i comicbooks.com