Judge — November 28, 1931 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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The Thanksgiving Racket (Continued from page 10) ball team was playing away from home. Well, the dinner was going fine when all of a sudden a bunch of Indians came in. They all had their S .. pas on and they looked even fo many physicians and surgeons fiercer than the Puritan maidens. | The Han Ute pi cestan maid "Link. | smoke Marlboros that I asked several the Miles wasn’t a bit seared. Many a time he had used these Indians to do his muscle work for him and they were all on his payroll. You'll get no drinks here,” Miles | said. anne do you think this is— Thi advice was sufficient. a joint? Come on, Miles,” the head Indian Marlboros protect the smoker against infec- said, Pus a sins nyhow, | . . ‘ : ust come tion and disease, relax the throat and relieve hana Podeo In St, /Louis'and we're the mind of worry about harmful after effects. Miles had a bright idea. “Have some turkey instead,” he said, so they set right down and ate turkey. Ever since when one person lays down the law to another, they call that “talk- ho g. ing turke nd that is where the ex- Moeecez, Pa pression came from. Well, the dinner went along till they came to the dessert. y served plum pudding and brandy 24-55% more sauce and Miles insisted on having inveafety, and ADCe | i enjoyment at his without the pudding. Then, after Gly. 5 cents awhile, he felt like making a speech, more in price and who could stop him? “This is indeed a day to be thank- ful for,” began Miles, winking at Priscilla Someone yelled, “Louder and fun- 27] people did NoT nier,” and Miles curved a turkey leg at him. Ny" thought Priscilla, ooking at | HN@CEY COON-SANDERS Miles with starry eyes. “What a dope I was not to of grabbed him. He oor last Saturday tainly is one smooth dog.” She took a look at her husband. He was play- ing dominoes with an Indian squ which is something like a tepee but has no wheels. But even as she spoke, Miles choked ona Thanksgiving maxim and slid off under the table with a silly smile on his face. The pudding, and the max- ims, and the relatives had been too much for him. Only Miles didn’t care --he had cleaned up plenty on the day, and resolved to make it an an- nual custom. So help me Pete! reason for their choice:—"The Surgeon takes no chances”, was their answer. e Lip insurance is Health Insurance!” Alas, these poor unfortunctes...16 jumped off bridges, 8 threw themselves in front : of taxis, while 133 went all the way home Apologies and listened to Coon-Sanders over the AS insurance company issucd a radio. # But il is not lost. In the Terrace life policy in the name of one Restaurant, the Nighthawks are dishing Samuel Johnson. Premiums were paid up their special kind of music every promptiyyforia: few! years; bate aud: night except Sunday. What music! What denly they stopped. After sending a food! What fun! And what low prices! few delinquent notices, the company See YOU tonight? ($1 couvert, $2 on ed this reply: Saturdays and holidays). “Dears Sirs: Please excuse us as we can't pay any more premiums on | HOTEL NEW YORKER Sam. He died last May. Yours | 34th Street at 8th Avenue, New York truly, Mrs. S. Johnson. RALPH HITZ, MANAGING DIRECTOR Tee Bree aS 27 comicbooks.com