Judge — August 1, 1931 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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S| { JUDGE “Ask one of the bankers in the nest cell. Maybe i can cash it!” VOTES FOR WOMEN ns. Pearson ne to the door of her bungalow when the bell rang persistently. “Good morning, madam,” said a po- lite young man, “I’m sorry to bother you, but won't you vote for me? You see, if I can get six hundred votes, I will receive a free scholarship at med- ical college, and I am sure a pleasant lady like yourself would be only too glad to— “I'm so pleased you dropped in,” purred Mrs. Pearson, “because 1 want you to vote for me, too. Sve these eravats? Aren't they beautiful? Pure silk and hand made. Now every one that I sell gives me two votes. When | have a total of a thousand votes The Shapiro Neckwear Company — will send Doctor Blake a check to pay him for removing my little boy's tonsils and adenoids.” “But, my dear madam, I have all the ties I need. I—" “Oh, then you surely can use socks, Nice strong silk socks. Only fifty cents a pair. Every pair that I sell carns me one vote. As soon as I get a total of a thousand votes the Har- low Hosiery Mills will send) my daughter to dancing school for two years, Now surely a nice young man like you wouldn’t refuse to vote for me and my dear little girl.” “I'd love to, madam, but the fact is that I—" “orget the ties id socks then. Perhaps you can use a silver cigarette lighter. Every lighter that I sell cred- its me with two votes, and as soon as I have rolled up five hundred votes The Rogers Cigar Lighter Works will send my husband the tuition fee for a night course in tratiic management, These lighters are only a dollar each and they're really a three-dollar value. I've picked this one out for you, It’s automatic, and extra flints go with it. You'll take it? Fine. Here's your lighter and here's your change. On behalf of my husband, I t to thank you for voting for me. Young man. Drop. in —Anruer Lip soon!" Ganaster’s Son—G’wan—ya n Night and Day nN nighttime—say at nine or ten— We read the morning papers then, At morning, quite the other The evening papers greet tl We read the “Five Star F As early to our work we caper. At night, the morning paper's sold; At noon, an evening paper's old. Oh, why are papers printed thus? It doesn’t seem quite right to us. R. Cc. O. day. paper “T'm afraid she’s been reading Boccaccio—she's decided to be- come a nun!” ain't gonna pin nuthin’ on me!! comicbooks.com