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

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Special Dispatch From the Moroccan Front By S. J. Peretman S Axbrs, Morocco; Dec. 10. ba ot since Caesar's lie Le- gions left Cisalpine Gaul (Book IV, page 79) has there been anything like this war with the Riffs. First 1 should like my good friends in Lithu- inia, who are all grouped around the stove in Uncle Vaslavya’s store, to know that I arrived safely here in America last Tuesday according to the Julian Calendar who meet me at the boat and pin a green ticket on my reefer. Well, I already got good job driving truck, the people puts things they don’t need any more on the side- walk and we lift those articles ¢ truck one, two, three. Then we pile everythi nd she steam out to twelve limit, where motor- boats brings them in again and sells them to the people at good prices. It is called “Prohibition.” I bet Anas- tasia Vitebsk will get passionate over my picture I send next month of me in white uniform with badge and brush. New York is fine place, they use gold in the teeth here instead of wood pegs like in Lithuania and everybody selling good juicy eating apples for five cents on the corner. It is called “Prosperity.” Everything has a name here. pn scow nile S here we are in Morocco trying to get started on this war, only be- tween the movie cameras and the sound technicians no enemy has showed up. Worse than that, nobody seems to know who owns the Foreign Legion; a Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer di- rector had a fist-fight with a Para- mount electrician who claimed his company had bought it for 200 boli- vars Brazilian money in 1924, The M-G-M man got in a good bust on the other's nose and everything was going fine until some4ody discovered the sound machine wasn't working. So they had to do three retakes and you should have that electri- jan’s hook. riday night some of the Legion- es were yawning in the bunkhouse waiting for Captain Pettibone to bring them their hot milk and knishes when one of the regimental musicians heard a scraping noise in his zither. An investigation proved that there was a Riff in his lute. There was some question about how he going to be tied when captured; Universal Pic- | tures suggested he sign one of their contracts, but the prisoner put up a (Continued on page 22) seen “Oh, no, you don't—not w ithout the radio.” WELL,HERE’S A PRETTY KETTLE OF 1a FITCH INDEED !SNARLED MRS. FITCH December thirteenth and still the only mugg in the b popped a miniature golf or baby Austin jape. who hasn't “They tell me you're quite a nautical man, Captain Creplach,” simpered Miss draxled the old cho: San Francisco!” Simpson. “Yes, zzer with a twinkle, “I know every schooner around I bet the kind of a “schooner” he meant had plenty of foam around it, har, har, har. 11 comicbooks.com