Judge — March 14, 1931 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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y | ; 3 ft. 6 in. long, 2 ft. wide and 5 ft. 6 in. deep? Last week's answers: In the book problem, the worm ate a distance of one and a half inches, which is the distance from page 1 of volume onc, theu the front cover of volume one, both covers and the leaves of volume two and the back cover of volume three. Better work this out with three hooks for yourself and prove it by eye. The last question was a dinger. The men weren't hurt because the plane was standing on the ground all the 1 whi Our Dumb Friends I )' ar Jupor, Jr: In case the riveting in New York gets on your nerves and you fecl that any other noise would be music in comparison, I would gladly ex- change it for the nice old cow that lives next door to me at Cave City, Kentucky. BBE Avo Ruwpe! See (FL Wed ally, IT suspect that she is a member of the local Boosters’ Club ind is doing her bit toward putting the old town on the map by starting a new kind of endurance contest: bawl- ing for a soul mate. One would think that even a bovine would have sense cnough to sleep sometimes, but not four-footed ‘Trilby. Day and night are just one long alto solo to her, The last bulletin reported that she had passed the twenty-four-hour tnatk on the sixth day of continuous bawling. I have always detested cows, cither the lady or gentleman kind. However, | will hand it to the gentlemen cows. ''d ignore her girlish appeal too, if I was a gentleman cow. I wonder if she ever heard of F If he can get joy from an exhib Gel FF_\ Wan ENOUGH 16 WEAR JUDGE of unrestrained emo- tions, his cup would be filled if he could only come here and try to sleep while Bossy radios her boy friends. Anyway, the next time your Jast hour of sleep in the morn- ing is made hideous by the steel drill, just cross yourself and say, “Thank the Lord, it's not a cow.” Yours, in a whisper, CW. Unimportant Items Ov lil item anent the sale of the nd Sunday World and no end! Morning, Evening pipped me, what-l 7LEE fd, |S NS CF THOSE MINIAWRE INDOOR GAMES WHICH GIES f SYNIOR A CHANCE 76 Look GRIM! AT BALL WERT “THRat+ ORE OF THE RACQUET HOLES, BUT AUNIOR CLAIMED THE BAT! ~~ LE Ta eho answer to a problem in a contest of three special delivery. And it is, pathetically, all wrong. Evidently my hook- up with the C and American Secret Police went wrong somewhere, for Jeff Machamer got out of Cuba safely and is home again. Seven or cight revolutions took place down there during Jeff's stay, presidents were made and unmade, and Lord knows what didn’t flow under the bridges. But all Jeff knew was that the wallpaper was lav- Nacional, that ender in the Hotel a are + Gaus” Mr. Pulitzer said Mr. Paul Block came into his office one day and of- fered $10,000,000 for the Morning and Sunday World. Next day he re- turned and said he couldn't give ten million but would give eight million. A few days later Mr. Block dropped i ain and said he wouldn't make an offer Now, if Mr. Block had a in on Mr. Palit and said, “Mr. Puli © me fifteen over the doll: papers!” Jupor has its tears, after all. It isn’t all laughter in other words. The morning mail has just brought an an- swer toa Bridge Contest. Which is unfunny in its way. But this answer comes from the Far West. It is in 21 Nancy Carroll was somewhere around, and that ice is about as cold in Cuba as it is at the place on 53d Street, where he is known as “The Major,” the old eccentric. Helen Kane made the headlines of the Evenintellic the other night with the startling that it never was “Boop-oop-adoop” — but loop!" If you are hopping off from Cre don for Le Bourget or even from Far Rockaway to Massapequa and you're afraid of getting air ‘ick, try a little ginger ale beforchand. It’s an cle- gant preventive. In the old days aboard ship it used to be champagre, but you know those Far Rockaway champagne cellars! Better stick to zer ale, (Continued on page 28) announcement “Poop-00