Judge, 1931-04-18 · page 17 of 36
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JUDGE The Midnight Watch ) yyy ) AA y no aaee down while playing on the green- yyy yy saan aaan > sward near the edge of the wood. neakaae + 1 real aaaw With drawn and haggard faces: men } G trudged up and down the fields, peer: NYY) ing vainly into cach bunch of dead yrass, dra with grim expectat the muc creek that Howed throu the ficld, anxiously tearing away piles the darlings nestling near each other. As the weary hours dragged on and the melancholy tones of the town clock announced the hour of midnight hope faded from the sturdy breasts of the searchers. Passersby, noticing the lights, stopped to make inquiry regarding the tragedy. They were told in grave tones that two Scotchmen had lost their golf balls. —E. J.B. “And this is a special padded room for shaking down thermometers.” The Used Car So he gave us a demonstration of the used car and we noted the follow- mg things: There was only one new part on it, ind that was the speedometer, Everything on the car made noise, with the exception of the horn. ed about fifty miles to the cause most of that distance we had to be towed. The windshield wouldn't) shatter hecause there was no glass in it. It had th wheel brakes. It had a one-man top. Any more than that in the car got wet when it rained. It was a seven-passenger (col- lexiate count). It had balloon tires, at least they were off the ground most of the time. It had moulting upholstery, flap ping side curtains and cross-eyed headlights. In fact, it was just the kind of a cara wife would want her husband to have. That is, a wife who wanted to keep her husband home.—R, C. O. Palmistry y that they can read her ta lady's hand, im it is'a chart Of all that men would understand. But is there one in this fair land s that he will ever learn, ng at a lady's hand, Which way her motor-car will turn? —J.P. “Hot dog—America!” comicbooks.com