Judge — October 31, 1931 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Orenavor—I'll just give you the numbers I don’t want, and then maybe you'll find it easier to get my party! ager addressed me. “I'll turn your h and coat over to the cashier,” he said. “You can get them from her.” Thank you,” I said, “very much.” A tall, thin man at the next table had been listening with intense inter- est and I became aware that he was staring at my disappearing hat and coat. I didn’t like his looks it oc- curred to me that he might have been the fellow that stole Fred’s hat... . When I paid my check I asked for my hat and cc but the cashier's remained blank. “I’m sorry, she said. “I don't know anything about them.” “But the manager gave you,” I protested. “Oh!” she “Are vou the gentleman? I—I just gave them to another gentleman—that tall thin “Will you call the manager?” I said wearily... . them to asped. Weather Report Old- [7% toing to be a cold winter. timers a ing predict of at least fifty snow storms. Heavy frosts can be seen on the milk bottles these s, and the paint is said to have grown thicker on the north side of gas pumps. Observers note that accoon coats are heavier on every » campus. Migrations have ai- y begun to the southland, while during the past’ week hundreds of janitors have disappeared from their accustomed haunts. be a cold winter. Yes, it's going to Simile Knew ship news photographer, more about hosiery than a Also, there’s a broken heart for every first night on Broadway, JUDGE ONE LITTLE SLIP “Cu r, the bulls just got Big Mike his puffed lips. His eyes darted across the office at the little man standing at the door. © Well, come in here and spit it out, Sammy—how'd they get him?” ° I'm tellin’ yuh—they chased him Nobody He was just drivin’ slong when the bulls come tearin’ out of a side street.” “Any shootin aeross town in a p'lice ear. was with him. “Naw, they run him over to the ferry slips and cornered him, He nev- er opened his trap. Just went to headquarters with ‘em.” hey must know about that bank The fat man was muttering to himself, beads of sweat standing ont on his forehead, “Or it might be about that gas station upstate.” rasped queerly; his throat felt dry. “Naw, Chief, it ain't any o° them things they got Big Mike for. Give me a chanet to tell yuh—them bulls seen him run right light!” His voice through a red comicbooks.com