Judge — June 28, 1930 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Newcomen—O. K., but where’s Groucho, Zeppo and Chico? Haw! Rank Busu, they say, used to panic audiences with it twenty-five years ago. An Irishman here for the first time was driving in the country and stopped when he saw a farmer hauling a load of huge pumpkins. “Phwat are thim?” theold Tadasked. The farmer, thinking he was being kidded, replied: “Why, those are donkey eggs.” “Phwat do you asked the Irishman. “Oh, you sit on them!” The Irishman bought one, took it home and sat on it for a week. Finally, in disgust, he hurled it down a hill and watched it smash into a tree. The crash frightened a rab- bit, which raced away, but the Irish- man ran after it “Come back he less Irishman, “ do with thim?” !" yelled the breath- I'm 5 father!” —Daity Mirror Accessories Extra Tere had been a motor wreck. One of the drivers climbed out in a fit of temper and strode up to a man standing on the sidewalk, thinking him to be the other driver. » Where the devil's your tail lig! he roared. The innocent bystander looked up at him. “Wot do you think I am—a bloomin’ lightning bug —Hoemornist Critic—Ah! It is superb! expression! Antist—Yeah? That's where I clean the paint off my brushes. And what is this? What soul! What In Iceland, which has had only three murders in the past sixty “Philo Vance would starve to d opines the New York Post, wouldn't be a bad idea at that.” —Detroir News Not New But Clean ok Hanratty of the H. Liveright offices would have you believe he actually overheard it in the Go-Ghetto District, where there is a pushcart peddler for every broken heart. Two pusheart pushers were push- ing their -pushcarts along the con- gested area when the one on the left, whose Moe, other, whose Christian no name was said to the ne was Ben: “Nu, howz business?” Ben made no reply. “Tos. reiterated Moe, “Howz business ? To which the stubborn Ben boomed: “Docs Macy tell Gimbel 2” —Dairy Mirror “—and now, ladies and gentle- men, did you ever hear the story of the traveling salesman and the farmer's wife?” “WE'RE PLAYING ’EM ON THE NOSE TO SHOW,” BABBLED THE BOOKIES Messrs. Hotchkiss and Coldchkiss, with 40—Ravishing Nymphs—40, in their stellar dance spectacle. “Crabs, crabs! Soft-shoe crabs!” hoarsed a hawker. “Here y’are, lady; they’re all alive!” “Yes,” admitted Old Lady $1 sceptically, “but are they fresh?” Her eyes were a violet bruise under the haunting stars as she Louie 31 32 surrendered her lips to his masterful embrace. HOWARD LANGER PRINTING CO., INO., JAMAICA, ®. ¥. comicbooks.com