Judge — August 30, 1930 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Sox—Dad, now that you have bought sister a piano, you might buy me a pony, so I can go out when she practises. Dorrnarnier Let me think... Yow listen, lady, | don’t go gettin’ yourself all tired out! —New Gontis “And what would I have to give ye bonnie ticins for a kiss?” “Chloroform!” —Snarx’s High Hat (Continued from page 21) younger and more dandy element is affecting the Keed’s beret, his gold wrist bracelet, unkinked hair (well used) and snappiness in the mas- culine mood. The other day I saw two young bucks slip by in a fine Studebaker 1918 job, each in green berets, natty blue coats and the rest of the trimmings. The meanest man in the world is at it again. He is a friend of Ed Gra- ham’s, who is pretty mean himself in a different way, This lunatic “ts himself forty cents’ worth of kels at the change booth in the ind Central subway station and drops one in cach of the cight turn- stiles there. hen he stands to one and watches. For it seems that a nickel in the slot locks the turnstile ainst people exiting thru them, and if the trick is done during rush hour, a mess and collects a of coss. side it causes quite large crowd. Hihattractions Invisible Mending Co. at 10 3d, where they can mend the result of any kind of tear except a hangover... . Ethel Crews, she of Bergdorff - Goodman's model rg women, and this dept’s choice as Girl of the Month. ... The Post Bookshop at 49 48th, which will rent you by mail all the latest in fiction, biog’ and hot staff... . Swimming in the altogether out among the sand dunes on Long Island’s oceanside. Cobbs Mill, up to Weston, where they will serve you delicious, plain home-cooking at delicious, fancy prices... . The port of Missing Men Inn, up to Ridgeficld, Conn., where you eat in full view of the Berkshires. . Chitnney Corners, up to Stamford, Conn., where, if you can forget the collegiates and the near-rich, the cover charge and music are . The new Ato clock, guaranteed to run for three years without winding: just the thing to time after-dinner speakers with. Dry Notes Gonrose just back from Nogales, Ariz., where the population is chiefly Mexican, says the churches down there were filled night and day with Mexicans pra to relieve the terrific the drought. cloudburst) which dried-up Me ns. Incidentally the drought seems not to have affected the damp goods in the 50,000 speaks around midtown New York. One reason probably is that the sunlight rarely, if ever, pene- trates the basements to evaporate anything. Also nothing has dried up ing for rain lamage done by Suddenly it came—a beat down all the and drowned four crops a2 the oceans over which the stuff is borne from places that know not drought. The only dangers of the drought in these underground hells is that if water runs a reer the proprietors will not be cut their liquor and will be forced to serve it straight! Who knows, maybe water will go so Then wine will flow like ater of old, lying around the streets, shunned, and you'll have to stand at a cellar-door, ring a bell and say, “You remember me? I was here the other night h Gungha Din.” Or should you get in and they fail to ree- you and serve you only whisky, what a torture, especially if you sec the fellow next you get a little cold water served him in a teacup. —Jupor, Jr. Oh, That Dirty Photograph Business ! (Continued from page +) demanded Harvey suspiciously. Ridgefield Pippin, Harve d Mr. Strip! “Look, all for you, Harvey.” Harvey's eyes lit up and he gave Harvey was a sucker for B Pippins all right, all right. Well, Harvey had just come out of the subway in front of the Woolworth Building a pert miss ahead of him, She had the most beau tiful eyes Harvey had ever seen, and straightaway Harvey fell head over heels in love. In ten days they were engaged to be married. The day of the wedding she came to him with swollen eyes. “Why, what is the matter, Inge- borg?” demanded her swain. “T must tell you everything!” she sobbed. “I am not w you think My father is—'Get-Rich-Quick’ lingford eld when he saw me. “T play a sax when I am alone.” With a hoarse cry Harvey ran into the night. There was no way out. He hastened to Mrs. Stripling and told her of her husband's intrigue with Miss Wetzel in the outer office. Mrs. Stripling was so wroth she made Stripling give up his share in the scale photograph business and become a switch-master on a Lionel electric train. And since this happened to be the only firm in the world dealing in scale photographs, you can imagine what the life of a scale photographer has been since then, So I say to you, young of the North Braintr School of Business Administration: live loosely but not well, take care of your pennies and the dc take care of you, and look forward to the time when I'm walking and you're riding in a limousine. And I hope it’s an ambulance. men comicbooks.com