Judge — September 27, 1930 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE | | | Some Other Things Webster | Was Wrong About Label—A slip, as of paper, affixed | to something, such as a bottle, to designate its contents. j College—An institution of higher learning. Sarophone—A musical instrument. Petticoat—An article of apparel | worn by women, | Prohibition—Something which pro- hibits. Radio—Wireless. —R.C. O'Brien Orrosixe Quanten-nack—Here, take the damn thing! eee QO GES The Best Time Wiwr's that. madam? You want to buy a pair of stockings that won't run? Lady, all our stockings has paralysis of the legs. They are guaranteed not to run, walk, warp or rust. And madam...” Now she’s sore. Can vou imagine, Mamie, these customers got no sense of umor. Now Jack isn’t like that. I must tell you about saturday. I and he went out and we had the best time. Jack p ly proposed to me. I must tell you. He called me up and tells me he has tickets to a football game. And him a truck-driver, can you imag’ Well, he came round to the flat and I almost died. It is about 99 in the shade and he has a fur coat wrapped around him. I win this burlap in a crap game last night,” he tells me quite proud. “So the only thing to do is to go to a foot ball game. That's the only place I could wear this without getting run in In this heat you are crazy to wear that animal,” I tell ctic an escaped zebra,” gotta suffer for my art,” Jack says, “and besides this coat does tricks.” What tricks does it d Well,” Jack tells me, “in about the second half of the game I will put my hand in the pocket of this burlap and veut will come a bottle.” That is okay for you, but I do not drink,” I tell him. “That's why I'm bringing you—to watch the coat,” he says. Well, anyhow we went to the game nd had the best time. It was the first game I had ever went to, and Jack had to explain everything to me. We had very good seats right behind the goal line, way up high. Next to + was a gentleman friend of Jack’s, named Bill Treanor or Gene Law- rence or something like that. He | looked like a shop teacher or a vacuum ! | cleaner salesman, but he wasn’t cither one of them. He said he was in business for him- self. TL asked him what he done. “Iam a prohibition agent,” he says “I always thought prohibition agent (Continued on page § “And when I read that Henry Ford was optimistic, I felt perfectly swell!” ' Ss > @ Exrronen—Hallo there! I say—do you play bridge? oe 19 comicbooks.com