Judge — July 5, 1930 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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POLICE NOTICE WANTED “There y'are, chaps. What did I tell ye? They're: offerin’ a hundred pounds for my father and they only offered fifty for Ginger’s!” Add Sillies , Star of the late “Simple show, had a difficult time with the census taker recently. He asked Ed if he had a radio. “Yes,” said Wynn, “a little one.” “How littl asked the man. “Oh, very little,” said E “Well, what do you mi little ? so little,” chirped Wynn, when Amos 'n’ Andy are on I can only get Amos!” —Dairy Mirror The surprise of the Rumanian situa- tion, however, is the news that the kingdom is in financial difficulties. What has Queen Marie done with all that cold cream money? —N. Y. Evenino Post Willie Howard calls it “Wall St. Whisky""—one drink, and you get a seat on the curb! —Dairy Mirror —Dvstis Opinion Utopia Well, Germany now has the three essentials of true happiness: A Mor- an loan, the heavyweight pugili championship and real beer. —N. Y. Sus A district having been subjected to several earthquake shocks, a married couple sent their little boy to an uncle who lived out of the danger zone. A or two later they received a tele- gram:— “Am returning earthquake.” —Monmovtusuire Beacon your boy—send “It was grand of you to dive from that height, fully clothed, to effect such a magnificent rescue,” the looker- on declared. “That's all very well,” snarled the hero; “but what I want to know is— who pushed me in?” —Hatirax Covnier 32 The Love Racketeer (Continued from page 4) down Pratt Street past Sprowl, till we reached Undulating Walk. There, ‘midst the nostalgic mimosas, the full-lipped , her cleft chin a proud banner above her tawny thro: rd tender pledges into my ears such as cadets have had since the world beg passed away and on its heels—that is, ristoc , whispe ». Thus the summer the summer's heels—came autumn and school. My first four years at Rollins Col- lege were uneventful. I was natu- rally bright and was soon the most popular boy on the campus. Rhoda visited me often and made a great hit with the members of my frat. Then, at the Senior Promenade, I met Edna Fervor. She was a tense little thing, eager, defiant of conven- tions, sporting a mop of golden hair with which she dusted her dormitory room mornings. Her eyes were twin enigmas as she suavely pledged me in a bumper of mellow hock. I soon learned that she was a member of tl oldest’ profession in. the world—z linotype operator. Then, like a bolt from the blue, came the fish course and her proposal, Blushing, I prom- ised to become her husband. The stillness of the garden was unbroken, save by the song of birds as our lips met. Suddenly I turned to find my- self gazing into the flaming eyes of Rhoda Trotwood. “So this is what I educated you for!” she ground bitterly. “Philan- derer! Parvenu! Racketeer!” She burst into tears. “To think that I should lose you to this—this “Linotype operator,” I stammered ly ‘Linotype operator?” she shot back icily. “You mean professional bicyclist! Hasn't she told you?” I wheeled aghast on Edna. “Miss Fervor, is this true?” I de- manded wildly. “Are you “Yes.” Her head was bowed. “I was afraid to tell you, Warren; I—I thought you wouldn't understand.” I took her in my arms and turned to Rhoda, whose dismay was a mingled picture of rage and morti ion. “I can forgive Edna the past,” I told her cuttingly. “But I shall never cease to hate you for attempting to besmirch an innocent girl with your besmircher. Pouf for you!” I snapped my fingers in her crestfallen visage and left her there, suddenly old de- spite her painted cheeks and false transformation. And so, with Edna’s face pressed to mine, I rode out of serfdom. I was a free man again, striking out for a new destiny in fee simple, ready for strong meat and drink and with all the wonder and beauty of Life in my eyes. EDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO., INC., JAMAICA, H. T. | comicbooks.com