Judge — October 4, 1930 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Phrenology — Yes or No? (Continued from page 9) Wrapping mysclf in a plain wrapper, I lay down under my bed and pre- pared to woo Dame Slumber. A mo- ment later a soft knock aroused me. ‘There in the doorway stood the squire, smiling mysteriously, his hands hold- ing something I could not see. “Why, what have you there?” I asked, bewildered. “It’s a box for you, honey,” he re- plied. “A box? What kind of a box?” I stuttered. A box on the nose, you shouted the squire, and he hit me with some sort of blunt instrument like a telegraph pole. I had just enough time to dodge out by the side door and help his wife into the wait- ing buckboard. Ina few moments we had outstripped the squire. We were married in the next town by a sleepy minister. The squire’s rage soon abated and he begged us to come home for his forgiveness. Today the three of us live happily in the old house beneath the immemo- rial elms. As I sit here, nodding over my embroidery in the hot sunshine, I hear Jared's’ footsteps behind me. Still erect and soldierly, despite thc ravages of sixty summers, he strokes with his firm brown nd as we stand together by uckles, listening to the of the milkmaids rolling in the gloaming, we both think back down Memory Lane to the brave, bright days of 61 when youth's heart beat high and a little Southern belle’s lips pledged her love to dashing Jared Paderewski of the Massachusetts Vol unteers. Barrrep Gotrer—Does anyone ever get out of this bunker? Capvie—¥es, sir. They usually just sends the caddie somewhere for something. —Lonpvon Ortnion Clashing Colors A color expert advises men to wear bright-colored clothes so that motor ists can see them better. If a motor- ist can't hit us in this gray suit, he needn't think we’ ing to help him. —N. Y. Evenine Post Notice If you know of any such freak laws as appear on page 12 of this issue, send them to Jupce and receive $5 for any that we are able to use. The contributors of the laws ap- pearing in this issue and to whom we have paid $5 each are: Coles Trapnell, Long Island City. J.C. Clutchker, Vancouver, B. C. Harold A. Clarke, Los Angeles, Calif. “Alfie skates pretty well perfect, don’t ’e?” . . “Oh, I dunno—'is father won't let ’im fetch ‘is beer on ’em yet.” B. R. Tefft, Dimondale, Mich. . —Passinc Suow Gladys Canter, Charleston, W. Va 28 comicbooks.com