Judge — January 17, 1931 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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| “Boys! Boys!” Hired Ww MaAT'’s your nan “Patrick J. O'Flannagan.” “That sounds promising. How much do you weigh?” “Two hundred and _ seventy-five, sir.” active?” “Quite, sir. I played football in +, and then took it up profes- sionally afterwards.” “Great. And you're nd better. Done any actual fighting “Tl say. I've professional prize ling. made money in both fighting and wrest- ‘ine stuff. Now, what in this line have you h “Well, I was at Dinty’s for a year and a half before he s raided, and nobody unwelcome ever got by me at the door. I also worked for Joe's and for the Castle Club that used to be down in the Bowery. I wish I had a dollar for every guy I threw out of those places.” “Ah, th fully ctual jobs you really think you're ake a job as r.” slutely—in every particu! “Well, then, you're hired. Sit in the third pew, and remember — If hody starts to argue with the shop, you're to chuck him right out on his ear.” —Parxr CumMines BIG MOMENTS IN THE LIFE OF A U. S. CITIZ He reads that a Judge says the Eighteenth Amendment is invalid. Steno Notes FE reovens malign us, and maybe consign us To that certain spot where it's hot (down below) ; They claim that we're lazy and often quite hazy Of all we're required and hired to know; Our spelling is awful, and oh, what a jaw-full We get when we make a mistake in the script; For calling up boy-friends, our night- blooming joy-friends; And due half-past eight, when we're late, how we're lipped! Our styles they think brazen, our ac- When we smoke, we invoke their out- rageous disdain; But though they berate us, I doubt if they hate us, For most try to date us—and often in vain, —Citances Dovsievou comicbooks.com