Judge — February 28, 1931 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE TOU CALIRE OF J ji fl tl. Vows Drove f Nixcoomerous Germany while climbing a remote peak in the Tyrolean Alps fell on an isolated ledge. He lived for eight years on eagles eggs, sprouted feathers, grew wings and flew back +e civilization only to be shet by mistake for a turkey. burzard 3.3. Stee rionus.-* crosseyed bird-dog belonging to Gen M&Whocpee of Livingstone Manor NY. once poinfed at a quail so strenuously he sphit his tail m two. Nate Werner Cornell Uneven Ohies wist, 9 cortortionist from South , Indiana, twisted himself so much Hans Behunk of Watertown he turned into a prefzel on the w® of Jast Mo., can balance 91x Nevember, Since then he speaks nothing but drops of water on top German of each eter AL 6eeeo, MARTFCD, Cont VP Moreton, U.S.V Vespa ne Mee Condmnen, Send your ideas for “Don't You Believe 11” to Prof. Nate Collier. He will pay you 31.00 for any he can use. Corp—What’s the matter, Mister, did you forget the combination? 26 Just the Best Time (Continued from page 2+) chunk out of his own leg? And the mpion is wrestling tonight if you can use a couple of tickets 'o Jack took the tickets and that is how we happencd to go to the wrestling matches. The main bout was between the champion and an i But Tabasco nd the champion start ed to toss him all over the place. Onc he took Tabasco and threw him right out of the ring almost into our laps. “Is that fun?” Jack asks him as he icks himself up. ‘aith, ‘tis better than carryin’ a ays the Italian. By now [am beginning to suspect that there is hing phoney about this wrestling iness, but at least it is a good show. Suddenly the champion and Tabasco get sore at each other and start slap ping one another all over the joint. The referee tries to part them, but they don’t want to wrestle, they want to fight. Everyone is pr lly in sane, up on chairs and yelling. I was that excited IL find myself with on arm around the neck of a gentleman who was on my left. Suddenly the champion grabs our boy friend and bangs him down. Then he pounces im and it is all over. I tell you. nie, Lam limp. I feel like a three day-old piece of celery. tenn to my Jack: “That was bet ter than going to the movies.” “Babe,” he says, “you can bet it was better than going to the movies. But listen, Babe, when we get home there is something I do want to tell you.” Well right away y say “ rk!” I felt I was walk ing on air, Mamie, I mean actually. Oh, but I was breathless. I knew that Jack had been cu-razy about me for a long time later he would ask me to be bh you know what, but now t on the point of asking me I was so happy. All I could think of was our little love nest we would have, and | decided that I want a pl fireplace so that when Jack comes home at night he can sit in front of the fireplace and I will get his slip- pers, and oh, Mamie, we will have just the best time. 'o we went home and Jack kept talking about the wrestling matches until I was ready to scream. Finally, comicbooks.com