Judge — January 10, 1931 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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The Locust Plague JUDGE Just the Best Time By Quentin Reynolds “Wirr's that, Mister? You want to know if we got a pair of stockings that will fit the legs of your pool table? ... Oh.... A wise guy, hey. Scram, Mister, seram be- fore I slip a pair of these $4.55 spe- cial moire open work jobs right around your neck.” The noive of him, Mamie. But I know how to handle them fresh gu Never lose your temper, I act dignified and remember you lady. In other words more flies on killed with fly paper than with vinegar... . You know, Mami my Jack isn’t like ‘that at all, Oh I must tell you, Mamie. Last night I and J went out and we had the best time. And, M e, he practically proposed to me. He d me to go to a hockey ison Square 1 never saw a hockey game I said, “Yes, I will go to the hockey game with you V ck did not that con- crete mixer of his along so we had to go in the subway and we had more fun, Jack is such a card and before we had got to 14th Street he ha everybody laughing. At last we get to our station and we get off. We stroll into the Garden and find our seats and I must couldn't be any better on ay they punt of a big shot sports writer named Gene e them to Jack and ht say that the players is practically sitting in our laps. Ex- cept, of course, they do not sit down ly except when they get knocked down, which is about half the time. The game starts I do not know what it What is the idea of this game “The idea of the game,” Jack says, “is to keep from getting killed.” “What do they use them sticks for?” I asks h “ just carry them for good luck,” Jack grow Like if Simp- son there gets cracked on the conk by King Clancy, he will immediately ‘k with his stick and that rry them for good luck. ays after cracking some guy asn’t it lucky appened to have this stick with m , wrence had gi Fs atty I get the idea of the game. They try to hit a little rubber dinkus into a net with these hockey sticks they have. But their aim is so bad, or so good, that they practically never hit anything but each other. The players must all be just a bit The Color-blind Bull MomLANO Lyons comicbooks.com