Judge — September 6, 1930 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE ° Your Capitol and Mine If Coolidge’s Column Were Like Winchell’s A xoy (ALemixnem) Merton has a mess of what it takes. The Bish- | op (Anti Al) welded recently, spent the honeymoon in Brazil, where the nuts come from. 1} ator Borah, who can outgab .you | and you and you, is plenty sick. Nivlac Idgecool is making plenty inons, Jr., who were pennies in the writing racket. He is | a former Vermont boy who made good | ] in the city (Washington). Senator Heflin and the Democratic (Jackass) Party are sending out their || 1 Jaundry in separate bundles. Who is fishing where? Recommended to diversion seekers: School Days—School Days. The Congressional Record. Prohibi- tion. One part Vermont maple syrup, two parts saus and three parts } The Shortstop’s Error blank dumb you-know-what, won't — pancakes, a swell dish for the yawning / Avcasy McGituiceppy was a base: YOU ever learn to use your head? If meal, | M Goss ia he old school, YoU €an't learn to. think, you ought to Sceretary of the Navy Adams has a | ball manager of the old school: it siaving: It drives ine crazy the lat of his own, Schator Ge Nor- | He was the slave-driving type. He 5 ; way you throw games away. Don't — ris, who was opposed in the primaries you know you would have made two by a grocery clerk of the same name, \ | extra tricks if you had taken that club isn’t’ buying his groceries. there finesse!” S. Frrzcenaup more. —R. C. O'Bres de, and when onc of his players mispley he did not hesitate to call his attention to it ighly embroidered and emphatic | called a spade a sp: ny ~~ ind had boarded the Cen- tury, bound for the next stop on the schedule. ‘The boys, smarting under their defeat and striving to hide their chagrin, had quickly settled down to playing bridge. Chick Houlihan, the shortstop, had lost the game in the ninth inning when he threw the ball to ase and let in the winning run, He was smiling bravely as he tried to make a four-spades bid, dou bled and redoubled; and, though he smiled, all the boys knew that under | neath that false gaiety his heart was breaking at the thought of his fatal mistake, All of them knew that Chick would catch it when the hard-los Muggsy got a chance to talk to him thout that tragic error of judgment. Muggsy could’ forgive an’ ordinary error, but a mental lapse drove him d wild. . Suddenly the door to the car opened ind the irate Muggsy strode down the isle, He stopped at the section where Chick was playing bridge, and everybody trembled at the thought of the “tongue-lashing they knew was coming. Too much of a sportsman to interrupt. the pl of the hand, Muggsy was silent until the last trick was turned and Chick said sadly: ‘Down two hundred. I’m sorry, part- ner.” Then Muggsy broke loose “Chick,” he roared, “you bl the wrong kety- “Please, driver, stop a minute at that delicatessen store.” Wu } comicbooks.com