Judge — September 13, 1930 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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ile nani The Best Time Wier that, Madam? You want to look at something in hair nets? Down two aisles, then three to your right and over two... Now that she is Mamie, we can talk. IT must tell you about last night. Oh, [and Jack had the best time. He was telling me that the night before he had wen toa Tom Thumb Golf Course. They are small golf courses and they are springing up all over. Why, Jack said to me, “Yesterday [ opened up my morning paper ind two of them dropped out. ‘They're all over.” Of course [L don't believe all that Jack says. You know how he is. But anyway he took me to play golf. It was a place on Ocean Avenue and I passed there last week and it was just an empty lot. [ told Jack and he says. “Lots work their way up to being miniature golf courses by clean living and right thinkin Then he tells me they named it Tom Thumb golf after «man who was so small that he used to carry a step- ladder with him when he went to mail a letter, His name was Tom Thumb « The was a dwarf. Jack says he was finally drowned. He fell into a cup of tea. But you can never believe Jack. He is such a story teller, Anyway, the man who owned the golf course took a look at Jack and then said to me, “I would save money if I gave your boy friend eleven dollars not to play. Last night he was here and he lost seven balls, broke two clubs ind seared half my customers away.” ng th will show vou my real gs “L was only: practic rn” Jack says. “Tonight I So we started to pl hall and missed it alto; % think [I will send vou back to W vou swung at that ball like a left- “All left-handed pitchers are er: bit mad, “but none of them is c Not even I V: ent up and swang at the trike one,” Jack yells. “I in the Texas I led pitcher. T tells him a little enough to play this pitcher,’ rk says. “And Lam not a golfer,” I tells him, You're right nce,” Jack says. They should hire you to. stick around here in the hot weather. At least re causing a nice bre ing of breezes, I will give vou the air if you don’t shut up and let me hit this thing,” I tell him. It is best to be independent like that. The next time I swang I hit the ball all the way over to Newkirk Avenue, two blocks away. “The next y this game with you I will my motor-eycle to chase the ack says. The next time I play golf with you we aren't going to play golf,” I tell him. I hit another ball and it went way over to the side. “I sup- pose you learned that stroke from slicing peaches,” Jack tells me. “Let us go to the next hole, we are holding up the le. There was a ditch at this hole full er and the first crack I take all goes right in the middle of it. ) of the (Continued on page 4 JUDGE “Looks like the drought is over, my dear!” 15 comicbooks.com