Judge — July 26, 1930 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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WIG HH Add Homewreckers M* brainstorm-ide VE bows) to give a lease-breaking party when the landlord refuses to break the lease went so big that not only did the estimable Doctor Rock- well “borrow” it for a Camel Pleasure Hour, but it has suggested another Saturday Night for Sadists. So. Thousands are being asked daily to move, owing to “Building Coming Down.” Why don’t they, under such notice, turn around and give a Demo- lition Party? Which means they vite all their friends to come and a (business of The gag here, however, lies in_ its being a circular bar without exit— until your hostess plies you with Eau dev nother button. They do say a foreign Countess of nd presses note has a cireu- , M7 lar bedroom. gie/ ) The bed is sur- their own crowbars, fire axes, es, dynamite or picks. Then, 1 of curbing the guest's normal instinct for destruction, he is request- ed to let out and help the wreckers by removing mantelpicces, floors, ceil- ings, plumbing and spare bedrooms. (Ritzier guests may bring their own eyetalians to do the physical side of the smashing.) Be careful, however, not to have the front wall go and re- veal everything to a passing spy for the Homewreckers’ Union. Interior Decorating Dep’t Ture is, tseems, an Indiana woman who, too wealthy to exercise her nstinct for operating a Crazy into her home, is modernistic with a capital M. Sitting yourself (with girl) on a com- fortable isosceles triangle for a téte-d- téte, your fiendish hostess presses a button, and down a slide for two you go. Or, enter a nook for a maiden’s meditation, and another button directs you down a set of bumping stairs, ete. Fortunately all roads lead to a bar. IMAGINE, JUNIOR, STARTING FROM NEW YoRK 16 LoS ANGELES mal \WITH A PAID-/N-ADVANCE TOURIST, AND DISQHERWG HER TO BE A BACKSEAT DRNER ALONG ASQUT BUFFALO —TSK!P rounded by a wall on which there is a paint- ed forest glade mural, But from behind the trees in the scene peep the eyes of in- numerable ani- And there is a woman in Long Island who has so far advanced the pleasures of bath- ing—she has a special bathroom sup- plied with baths, reading music, soft lights, and two bathtubs. shelves, | _ WAKES DISAGREE, WUNoR, BUTI THINK “THE Hon'Mood With her visiting lady guest in the other tub, she passes a happy hour with all the comforts of the old Ro man Baths on a small scale. It is, of course, Ed Graham's idea for a modern bedroom which will con sist of a bed which fills the whol room and two trapezes. Pardon! My Error! A FrieND who had occasion to go from one state to another was stopped at the state line by an officer of the law. The o. of the |. looked at him sternly and said: “Got any corn?” My friend, being a timid soul, trem- blingly reached into a side pocket and produced a bottle with inches left on the bottom. Visioning several years behind the bars, he wait- cd for the cop’s verdict. The cop, however, waved the bottle away in disgust. “I’m looking for corn on the The hell with about two cob full o' corn-borers. that stuff!" Apologies, Ted Cook AAS? the honeymoon is over when on your arrival home after work your wife hits you with your carpet Slippers, dressing gown, pipe and dog. Transcontinental Express H™ is a new racket, no fooling. A Mr. Preciado has founded the (Continued on page 29) IS OER WHEN THE WIFE READS NCVELS AT BREAKFAST! 21 comicbooks.com