Judge — December 20, 1930 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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tion to which he was listening was pronounced dead at exactly through the courtesy of the F Watch Company, makers of the Aviv, the Self-Winding Watch with the Zionist Movement, and will again he present on the air at Will Oak- land's Turret, featured with Jackie May, the Boy with the Nightingale Voice, who now transfers you to a distant point where you will be dry- cleaned under the auspices of the Modigliani Wet Wash Company, with Arturo Mengelberg conductin the great red network of veins, saie, N. J. Well, Miss Creeper, I hope this will give you an idea of what kind of cor- set you foisted on me. After this I will be hoist by my own petard, and you can keep your old petards. I couldn't breathe with it on, anyway. It's enough to make a man bald wear- ing one of your foundations, not that I'm not bald already nd whoever that was tried a im: shot on my head the other day when I was bend- ing over the billiard-table in Couni- han's watching a quiet game will pay dearly, Things are coming to a pretty pass when a bald-headed taxpay to keep a notice pinned on his head, “Post No Bills,” against those van- dals. A fine example I will set to my children squeezed in at the waist and a freezing conk on top without a few blades of hair between me and “Old Sol.” We ask for bread and they give us Moe Pincus and His Five Little Pincushions broadcasting from the Lumber Room of the Hotel Gribinas over JUDGE in St. 1, I don’t know what the rest of you — are going to do, but I'm going out and take a bath by special permission of the copyright owners. Yours very truly, S.J. Perensan Unemployed And to make matters worse. the farmers didn’t have enough apples left to make their regular winter's supply of hard cider. Bore Wire—No, no, Oom, not your derby —— lt The fellow who went Xmas shop- ping in his new bantam car. werar your Veldt hat! The Old Stock money. good man, is some Give me a few of your apples.” “Thank you, lady, thank you “And how long have you been out of work?” “Tt scems like a long time, lady, but it's only been the last few days. It seemed that everything happened at one “Hmmmm, too bad. a job did you have?” “Twas in business for myself, lady; was my own boss. Things started to et slower an’ slower. The rics started men off, the offices started laying men off, an’ I kept los- ing all my customers. Finally I had to close out my entire stock... and j now... here I am, with the rest of the boys, selling apples.” “Too bad, too bad. What kind of What kind of comicbooks.com