Judge — August 30, 1930 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE SHALL WE JOIN THE LADLES? FIDGETED THE FOPS Who wants a job fooling horses this summer? You've got to get up pretty early in the morning to fool a horse; you've got to be a hostler, indeed. “Hey, dope, whyn't you put your foot where it belongs?” snarled hoarsed Hel itchen Harry, Next week, a triumphant return engagement of those stellar acrobats, Kith and Kin—you'll die when Fa! Subway Sam, “Listen, mugg, if 1 did you'd sleep on your stomach for tio we you see Kith in makeup. YOU'VE GOT TO BAIL OUT THOSE ROBOTS! DECREED THE DISTRICT ATTORNEY Wanted, somebody with a face like yours to hide in my overcoat and scare away moths this winter. “Hey, bell-hop, doesn’t anyone ever smile in this hotel?” demanded Kansas City Kitty. “Well, miss,” pondered West End 'Erbie, “now that you speak of it, we ‘ave ’ad complaints.” Don’t go out beyond the lifelines, madam, the sharks have been complaining somebody's been biting them, a4 comicbooks.com