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| } i ;. ’ day there isn Johnny and the boy next door get together the day after to exchange their Xmas gifts! X marks the spot « Going Down Prohibition was going to bring prosperity. Well, to- a saloon on every corner—but there are a couple of apple-sellers. And Dora thinks that is j other one of y intimate confes- Nowadays the shortest ween two points is a straight eight. distanc And it might not be such a bad idea for Chicago and New York to put all their yeggs in one basket. IDA By Jack Cluett ELL, the opera season got off to a good start and New York’s social s we opener this year was “Ida” (just as sweet as apple cider), nd I share’stall C on even Thursdays with a horse named Mrs. Feelinghansom, I thought I had odd Mondays until, much to my undoing, I discovered my error. Here's how it all happened: I went on my odd Monday and sat, as is my custom at the opera, in stall C, which still had last year's straw in it. I could see just where I had slept during last year's opera season. "The straw was sort of musty and matted down. Nothing happened. at is, it didn’t look as if there was to be any opera, I began to have a sneakir suspicion that Ga uzza had taken his troupe down to Barney's to pliy miniature golf with Walter O'Keefe. when suddenly a debutante whinnied in stall D—next to Now, frankly, I'm a chap with a reputation for being kind to dumb animals, so I sai Vhoa, Bess couple of times. Pretty soon I was rewarded for my kind- ness in the form of a diamond-studded horseshoe, which dropped neatly into my manger from seemingly nowhere {t looked very much like the one [Thad given Mrs. E. V on is well under w mine, Li ‘one Burroughs in exchange for a box of saddle soap, but, on closer inspection, I found this one had a couple of horseshoe nails in it. Remembering the story of T ella and the silver slipper (lot padlocked, I fear), I got some and a pail of water from an obli; usher and started going from stall t comicbooks.com