Judge — December 13, 1930 — page 24: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

The Tiger Smiles . .. let it smile with you! UT of the jungle stalks the good old PRINCETON TIGER, That genial beast of prey. Keen to trap with wit and humor All that come his way. In a world of mirth and fun He has jumped inside Our CHRISTMAS-TRIANGLE NUMBER. Then from within comes His deep full voice: “This is THE TIGER’S XMAS GIFT OFFER. “Here I ramble always at play “For nine straight issues, “A Christmas Card announcing my act “Don't be frightened, “I am perfectly safe, “A funny beast, “Here is my tag—$2.00." Heads down! THE PRINCETON TIGER, Princeton, N. J. Please $2.00 TIGER send the TION to: Name.........000066 Address City... Bill to: NEM 65 6066s sa secscysstveeess é Address. Look below! CHRISTMAS GIFT SUBSCRIP- court-martial. | to overhear Special Dispatch from the Moroccan Front (Continued from page 11) fearful battle. At length, however, he signed, and bound hand and foot, he was hauled before the drumhead At first the Riff con- fessed he was a powder-monkey named Jim Hawkins, claimed he had secreted himself in th the mutineers’ When cross-hatched by the opposing attorney, Hawkins wa cred. “How do you for there being no apples in the barrel when we found you?’ scowled Law-Tycoon Trelawney “T ate them,” stammered Hawkins, adding bitterly, “I wish I had eaten the barrel “But it wasn’t a barrel, it was a ec,” pursued the law Vhat do you mean a lute, who ever heard of apples in a lute sneered Hawkins’ counsel. A small man in the third row sprang up and attempted to flee the courtroom, but he was collared by an attendant and admitted he had heard of apples in a lute. He was arrested and placed in the judge’s lap. The prosecution account | then asked for a stay, as did also the defense, and the court ordered a pair of stays. The next morning the prosecution asked the prisoner that the case be dropped, as the judge had hung himself to a bridge-lamp with the stays. The true story then came out, the Riff revealing himself a scenario writer anxious for romance. “Fox was gnawing on my vitals,” he blubbered. The words had hardly left his mouth when Fligh der Noah Beery and Wing-Lieute Gary Cooper burst in with the news that they had consulted the se chickens on the Sibylline Hill man was about to cross their | Caps were thrown in the air, you may be sure, for the boys at St. Witmark’s had been expecting the mail-man for several days. Could that be his step in the corridor Everybody waited with beating hearts, each lick- ing his lips in anticipation of smok ing plum-puddings and tasty. sliced surgeon blemished with — whipped cream. Suddenly the silver snarl of bugle rr: out and Licuts, Lasky. Vamoose Players ing house at the hit columns, brandish- pers. In a trice the mints had vamoosed in terror on their pintos. A cry of exultation met the gallant deliverers of the fort. for the tedium had almost given out and now there was fresh tedium for all. And that, fellow-members of the board of directors of the Whitebait Pay Bathroom Company, that, I say. is the meaning behind our motto, “If it's a Whitebait, you can take your dinner guests in evening clothes to look at it.” Thank you. SAMUEL SLOTZ Vl FURNITURE Vl ANTIQUE FURNITURES MA comicbooks.com