Judge, 1931-10-03 · page 24 of 36
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“God” (Continued from page 11) cece for JUDGE readers— said. (Some people estimated her wealth at half a million, but I would have said three times that.) : At last, just when the racket was autographed copies digg ioe Hates al nae ta screaming meemies, god came down the spiral ladder. A. slig' ale, of the hilarious new rather dumb-looking — m: curiously immobile face and_ tired COLLECTED DRAWINGS OF |] 2's sist ase, cute “Did you ever see such a face? Com- plete understanding, with cach marvel Ti > in its ordered pl The grimy fel- BRUCE low—whose me as Klaub di ee who looked it—shouted our 1 BAIRNSEFATHER || re ie ante bellowed Mr. Shea. He came over, wiping his hands on some waste, and I thought for a moment that Aunt * going to fall on her ki his hands. ou wanta sec how she works?" We nodded furiously. Methodically he ‘lit a filthy pipe. Then, cocking his head, he yelled out what ious levers did, which buttons did wh: y—‘‘wit’ one fi like » se - could) swin: eighty-ton crane. My aunt watched his face, w: x to get behind the ob- vious. To me it was becoming appar- ent that Shea was more dumb than serene. At last he ran down, Aunt Finely printed on Warren’s Luster Coated Paper—cloth bound and gold . da: Carrie was on him at once as we stamped—a book you strolled to the door. “Why,” she said meani this work, a "Mr. She will prize for appear- anceas wellascontent “Why, for f “Ts that persisted my aunt And every book sold to a Judge reader will be “That's all,” said god. “And it . Z as ain't enough, if you ask me. What personally autographed by Bruce Bairnsfather. with the rent two kids, and insur- and a PRICE autographed $3.00 ie ap seme “You seen her work, didn't you?” said god rather tartly. “I'm the con- A SURE CURE FOR WHAT AILS YOU! trol operator; that’s what I do.” Aunt Carrie tried again. “I know, Try “Old Bill’s” Depression Tonic—recommended : id_kindly. Dusan} ee wos as P F idea of what you are doing—I mean for Passed Dividends, Failing Margins, Itching the whole tremendous pictare in Palms, Lack of Breath, “Home” Cooking and Hooking or Slicing off the tee. regarded her suspicious]; “What do you mean? I got to live, JUDGE PUBLISHING CO, Inc. 18 East 48th St, New York, N. Y. aint I?” I'got to:make a. Her earnestness kept her going in Please send me -antographed copies of “Collected Drawings of tiie face of'dlscoureging rescltiss She Bruce Bairnsfather” at $3.00 per copy. I am enclosing $ shook an impressive _ black - gloved Nemes cdot thecal ws sosmswanwusteselpmmsascesdteal finger at the Shea lapel. “I had curious thought about you, Mr. Shea, Address a ovee . the first time I saw you sitting up there, aloof from the world. Do you want to know what it wa Mr. Shea (Continued on page 28) comicbooks.com