Judge, 1931-08-15 · page 17 of 36
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JUDGE have fallen down yet; I’ve been listening and haven't heard anything. Ho, ho, ho; listen to him chase that mosquito up there, I'd like to sce that. It’s about time for that bed to fall down, too, it hasn't for a week or so. That will surprise them. Oh, well, easy money, these city people. Ho, hum, guess I'll go to sleep, have to get y in the morning to » of the cows and then the tourists.” —Scott Brown Shoot the Works You can get the same sen- sation of going over Niagara Falls in a barrel by goir over an average detour in rumble seat during a heavy thunder shower. ett, of all places we've stayed in this trip this is the lousiest. How do those old farmers think a person can get a good night's rest in a room like thi Just look at that one chair, two long legs and two short legs; you have to balance your- self against sdge of the dresser in ght, and if there'd be 1 sudden breeze go through, it would blow the dresser over. My gosh, another mos- quito, that makes thirty-two I’ve got up to kill, now where's my shoe, I'll kill that—. I don’t care they do hear what I say, I hope they do hear. Shall I close the win- dow? There's no screen. We'll cither have to smother fer tonight or scratch for the next three weeks. Oooooh, this bed, solid cement, solid cement, that’s what it is, only it’s not as smooth as cement would be. I tell you I’m going to be a physical and nervous wreck before— And just listen to them talking, they have about as much respect for = And Down-Stairs ti, of all th’ dumb ones that ever tayed in this pl dumbest. Ha, ha, ha, I I think of any one si room. Wonder if they found out how to balance that there chair yet so it won't fall ov ‘ou know that old chair [ used to have out in th’ barn to hang saddles on. I haven't heard them say a word about a mirror, I'll bet they n't discovered that there ain’t any. Ha, ha, listen, there's inother mosquito, there ain't no screen in Near-siouten Orv Lapy—Oh, they're terribly in love—they’ve been that window. Well, none of the pictures there since early this morning. comicbooks.com