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JUDGE ie “Just tell the folks how it feels to be champion!” volved is so trivial. are not at all expensive. , ages of cigarettes of excellent quality, I am informed, may be obtained for thir- teen cents. just had a salary reduction, twins, and an average loss of fourteen points on different stocks, can still afford to keep a supply of thirteen-c rettes on hand and to be liberal with them. Nevertheless, I have noticed lately that most of the friends to whom I say, “Got a cigarette?” respond in one of only two w y “No.” or they reluctantly drag out age from some remote recess, ing an expression which says more plainly than words, “This makes the third in two di that you have bummed off of me Another disqui thing I have noticed is the disposition of some of my best sources of cigarette supply to keep on hand, either for personal smoking or possibly only for lending purposes. able quality. Now I don’t like to be- lieve that my friends are buying these foul cigarettes with me in mind, but what else one think I hope I am wrong about all this, and that the old, hearty liberality is not a thing of the past. But it has been weeks since I have seen a pack- cigarettes of very question- , 19 age of cigarettes lying invitingly open d unguarded on a desk or table. hat isa bad sign. And so is the re cently acquired habit of some people who carefully fish single cigarettes from their pockets, for perso sumption, without rev package or case. It not a little discouraging. be less of it and more of the old-fash- ioned spirit of cheerful giving wh once made this world such in which to live. —Joun C, Esery al con a pleasd place There’s an Urge in My Heart iere’s an urge in my heart to fol- low the road That disappears over the lea, To rise and lay eyes on a distant hori- zon; Adventure is beckoning me. There's an urge in my heart to steer a straight course, But the chance of my doing so’s secant; For no use denying, i I'm lear "s suicide trying. to drive and I « —Cc. { \