Judge — August 8, 1931 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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He Got the Job “Gp you'd like to join our polar expedition? Have you any special qualifications?” ssir, yessir.” The tall, hard-faced young man’ bent forward eagerly. His ial blue eyes sparkled. “I'm just the fellow you want. I've spent the past four months in Northern atmosphe thoroughly acclimated to frigi exposure. I can speak five Eskimo dialects. I have a good working knowledge of har- poon fishing, igloo-building, dog-sledding, and Northern cooker utting zl § nd am I also know sub- equipment.” inly seem to know what's Have you ever been on a polar ex- ive in the North?” sir.” you've had some experience in this work, evidently.” The man behind the big, flat-topped desk was puzzled. “Would you mind telling me how you did become ac- climated to cold climates, and where you gained your extraordinary knowledge of polar exploration?” “Not at all, sir. I'm an usher in a re- frigerated newsreel theater.” “Take it from me, Milly—there’s where the big money is JUDGE The Salesman Who Believed in Signs. Absolutely Nsanity can be cured by mosquito bites, says a medical authority. And so can the de: amp out over nigiit. A national committee has been appointed to study rac- keteering. Those who know expect the committee to ad- | vocate its abolition. And we're just beginn to feel the results of the ac dition of five hundred men to the prohibition force: Re- cently a friend of ours vis- ited ‘twelve speakeasies in New York and every one of { them had run out of liquor. Henry Ford, hav quered the indust gz con- world, is now turning to agricul- ture. And we understand that a lot of farmers would like to do the same thing— if their gas stations and hot dog stands would only make them wealthy enough to af- ford it. I ‘comicbooks.com