Judge — July 18, 1931 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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~ JUDGE UNCLE SPIKE’S BEDTIME STORIES FOR LITTLE RACKETEERS THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE ANT nt, now, keep them hands up, ou—Imean—heh, heh, Unele Spike's gettin’ absent-minded—I mean keep them ears open, y’ little mug Uncle Spike's got straight dope for ya. And you over there—Lou how t y times have | got to tell ya don’t n sit with your back to por, You wanta get a lung- ful o” slugs before you learn, I guess. because some “Well, reflection Spats says, “that’s just a the color [been paintin’® this town. “Huh!” says Horace. “You're just throwing it away as fast as you got it, aren't “What the only live once, an’ © this life heck, Horace says Spats. ad one, Bacoace Man Maybe some of you ha ready heard about the Grasshopper and the Ant. Well, forget about it—it’s the This is the real McCoy on Ho Ant who had a hay and in commission busi ess over near the river a while back. Like a sucker, he works all day an’ half the night, and don’t hardly make enough to keep him ‘adillacs. nd of his named Spats Grass- akes it different. His old man checks in an’ leaves him a roll, an’ he sprays it around like a Tommy throws lead. Well, one day Spats happens to be goin’ home about the time Horace Ant gocs to work, and they stops to wave their teeth around for 3 “Whaddya been doin’, Spa Horace. “Well,” s: red asks what'll I do? He's ate up where he’s goin’! “Red rioter, eh? 18 “Would you mind sticking this up for me?” Horace says, “but when you get down to where all your me is the kind that rattles, then what “L yot enough to occupy my mind just thinkin’ about next week,” ys Spats. “I can't er that for a few da “Yeah,” Ho you get to ne around to says, “but when in’ some dough to set yourself up in an apple stand, just remember I ain't even got enough to throw around reckless myself, much less for you.” “Here's a says Spats. ind, then, Horace,” » out and throw that around reckless. [got eno everybody.” (Continued on page St Wr DWYER, Well, I’ve a plan for you—five years!” comicbooks.com