Judge — January 31, 1931 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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Tale of the Dark Te tell this about a well-known x-prospector, gambler, playwright, nteur and wise crevasser who was also once a prizefight manager. He came into a fighter who was pretty good but not good enough to defeat the only man who stood between him- self and a meeting with the champion. The in-between was a black, black licorice drop, too, and known Kentucky Rosebud. The man. ranged a match for his man with the Rosebud and decided before the fight that the only way to win it was by foul means. Accordingly, the night before the fight, he and gang de- scended on Harlem, kidnapped the Rosebud in the deadest night, rode him far into the country, fed him a bottle of gin and then forced him to road work half the night tied to the car. They left him just before dawn, exhausted, tied-up, miles from the city. re t time came round. The man- d his pals sat confident in their corner, their man in the ring, fit, happy. It looked like a cinch. The Rosebud could never show up, unless by miracle. If he didn’t show up the fight was forfeited. On the other hand, if he did show up, he would be in such condition a light feather- duster to the chin'd finish him off. A few seconds ay and-the crowd grew restless. The m. was all smiles as he wat 1 the time- keeper's watch. Suddenly a_ roar. Down the aisle skipped the Rosebud, fresh and dapper and shiny. Into the ger’s face oN, ATENDS HE OTENING WOR gong—sn nd the white hope was out till next Thursday. And before the origi- nal smile the had been we ized that all his work had been in vain. He and his ing had gotten the wrong Ethiopian! There is also the fa- mous story of the time Wilson) Mizner learned of the death of Stanley Ketchel, the great mid dleweight of a generation or so ¢ Mizner had won the right to manage tchel from some man- ager in a crap game and he had built up a_tre- mendous respect for Ket- chel because of the fel- low’s unbelievable tighter’s heart. Well, at the time, Mizner was in his gambling salon when a West ern Union boy ran in with a telegram, It read: “Stanley Ketchel Shot in Brawl and Dying. What Shall I Do?” Without batting a lash, Mizner said: “Boy, take this answer: Count ten over the and he'll get up!" Eye-queues H ERR a CELINE CARSARY GANGSTER TALE 20 xX : fak a > the answers to the T. Q. testers of last week and I hope you didn’t put in too rough a week ut Wu working them out. Don’t worry, how- ever, if, you didn’t get them right. People with large I. Q.'s usually wind up as Vice Presidents of Banks and things. It's follier to be wise, in other words. The flaw to the ques- tion about the man who was dreaming about bein, guillotined and died that instant when his wife tapped him on the back of the neck with a glove is: How does anyone know what he was dream- ing about—if at al While the — collector wisely refused the Roman coin with 50° B.C. on t ause the Romans RADIO ' : ef could hardly have minted CAMARIS: Coins B.C., there being no (Tsk!) such reckoning for them, Hence the coin was a Here are two more, A certain revolutionary gent a farm down Trenton way. On tke farm he had a watermelon pateh, One night he went down to the patch to cut himself a slice of melon and, looking across the field, he saw Wash- ington cross the Delaware. What's wrong with this picture? A banker about to fly to Cleveland discovers he has left important pa- pers at the bank. He rushes back to the and though it is closed the night watchman lets him in, He gets the papers and is about to leave when the night watchman think you ought to go by train. Last night amed you started for Cleveland ne and never got there. The ne crashed.” The Bank President “Pooh, my rushes back to. the id, transacts his business and Nothing happened. ‘The ng he did on his return was to fire the watchman, Why? good man!" plane, flies to Narcissus Complex [is only an idea on my part, but then you never can tell. Much against my will I saw the first show- ing of “Little Caesar,” a gangster glorifier. It occurred that as the pic- comicbooks.com