Judge — October 18, 1930 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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The Grit of the Peagraves (Continued from page 5 room where the skates were stored. uyne Peagrave, masked and closely drawing a black cloak around his fi ure had entered cautiously. He had timed it perfectly. It was but the work of a moment to draw the oxy- acetylene torch from its folds. One by one he held the skates of the op- posing team in the intense flame till they were at white heat. ‘Then, as quickly as he had come, he slipped through the window. The referee's whistle was poised; the request of the Disinukes team that the wool be drawn over their ice to clean it had been complied with; and now the puck was flung from Presi- dent Imbrie’s hand and was skimming over the ice. Away went both teams, their skates clicking shrilly. But, alas, for Chiropractic’s hopes—their team was outnumbered ten to one. Black despair settled over their sup- porters as they the invading Dismukians, was this? saw victory going to But what Something was happening to the ice beneath the conquerors’ feet! One after the other felt the ice melt- ing as he tried to grip the surface with his white-hot skates. Slowly the whole team was hopelessly bogged, at- tempting vainly to extricate itself new figure darted out in the mauve- pbalt uniform of Chiropractic. y, it was Wayne Peagrave, substi- tuting for Grosgrain Katz, Chiro’s in- jured forward! The Tech stands were on their feet mad with joy. S footed, he swiftly led the exultant players into the ranks of Dismukes and wreaked havoe with his devastat- “Look, there’s a rhinoceros.” Fussy Lany—Is Porrer—Well, peo, definitely known ag’in The Balcony and Jul —Den Lestice ycene in “No, it ain't, it’s a hippo—a rhino’s got a radiator cap.” —Everysopy’s Weekty 23 will talk, of course, ma'am, but tie “Romeo on the radio. Sacuse (at ae tl + 4.10 a good train? *s nothing —Tit-Brirs ing shinny-stick. The aving the unconscious and crestfallen invaders prone on the ice, he planted his tlig in the very heart of Dismuke's terri tory as the final whistle blew, Chiro practic had won, seven to four! It was a proud and moist-cved Bertha who snuggled against the gray-and-saffron "of Wayne's “rand promised to change her name to Peagrave for better or for worse as they were borne from Ezra Pond by their jubilant classmates. “Oh, Wayne, darling, 1 knew you could do it!” she breathed happily. Her lover, busily signing vaudeville. movietone, and book contracts, sighed contentedly. “All I want is you, honey,” he said tenderly, “You beside me in front of the fire reading extracts from that book your father is writing, and let the rest of the world peddle its pa pers!" And as the triumphal bonfires of Old Chiro burned low, Wayne Pea grave and his betrothed looked deep into each other's eyes and found there that secret which only Youth, in the fragrance-laden sweetness of the li- lacs, can know. System B's Bernie, who is at the mo ment jesting in Hollywood, re lays the fact that the panic still is on out there for actors. Recently a pal of his, who is credit manager for a Los Angeles shop, received the fol lowing letter from a distressed debtor. one of the strong, silent and now pass: stars of the philms, “Dear Sir: I have many, many bills h week I put them all in a hat and draw out one, which | pay. It may be your turn next week but no more of your threats or I won't put you in my raffle!” —Daitry Mine to settle, so comicbooks.com