Judge — July 5, 1930 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Mid-Ocean em faces grim, gi They sat with fists clenched and eyes staring. For days it had been like this. Nothing to relieve the mo- notony. On every side only the sea, unbroken by stack or sail. It had been a week since any had spoken but Yowlesworth, the Ssupercargo. He had babbled incessantl were Old Captain February cursed the owners who had sent Yowlesworth out ssage to China on the Nancy . Yowlesworth it was who had jinxed the ge. Now, it seemed, there was nothing ahead but his delirious babbling. McHogan, the Irish first officer, was the first to give way under the It was noon of the eleventh The tropic sun steamed down on the little group. Suddenly McHo gan looked at the captain—nodded toward Yowlesworth and motioned a finger across his throat. The captain shook his head. With a sigh of regret MeHogan relaxed, slumped to the deck and lay still. Then O'Tavish, the Scotch chief engineer, could no longer maintain his somber, scowling cours Yowles- worth’s babbling got the best of him. O'Tavish jumped to his feet, shricked his clan’s ancient war ery, did a High- land fling and collapsed. voys Yowlesworth raved on without in- terruption, Now there were only the grizzled captain and Larsen, the first officer, to listen and to watch the cir- for something that might mean rescue. Larsen had taken to whittling. He had made a dozen tiny schooners, then tossed them over cling horizon JUDGE “Yep, we plumb ran outa names, so “Oh, girls! I plain ‘Louis the Fourteenth.” must show you my ex-ray photographs I had taken at the hospital. good!” They're awfully “Dad, meet my boy friend, Freddy Smith.” 4 finally christened this one just the side. Now he was whittling furi- ously. He did not look at the super- cargo. But he must listen patiently. Another hour of babbling went by. Larsen stood up. He swayed for a moment. Then, without a word, he walked to the rail and leaped over- board. The fin of a shark cut the water. Captain February smiled a thin, wan sm Larsen, at least, was better off. He would not have to suf- fer longer. But the skipper must linger. He must stay with the ship despite the torture of listening to Yowlesworth. And Yowlesworth babbled on, as he 1 babbled for those eleven hellish days res, sir, captain, you should have a good radio on this ship so you could hear Amos and Andy every day. Ha —ha—ha! I told pout the time Amos got engaged, didn't I? Well - - + ha—ha—ha. . . . Say, I certainly howled the next night. I'll tell you about that one, too. ... Well... ha— . Andy comes into the nd he says to Amos... —Cuer Jounson Prohibition’s Present Status It’s illegal to have corks or bottle tops or flavoring extracts, but it's not illegal to buy liquor. Motor deaths are increasing every year. The pedestrians evident!y aren't jumping as fast the mortality statistics. comicbooks.com