Judge — December 26, 1931 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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} JUDGE The Police Radio (If a police radio is anything like mine) By Jack Cluett ALLING Car 66, calling Car 66! Go at once to Forty West Eleventh Street, and you have just heard Sai- vatore Cusenza, mandolinist. It will be tly one min- ute 4 ronds after that man in the slouch hat was seen walking south on Broadway near the Astor. ? Hello, Car 5%! Calling Car 54. The Iboy will when the moon comes over the he public documents which record that the Sisters of the Skillet will now burglar in the house. Get him, Sergeant. Calling Car 48. Calling good night, kiddies, good night. But we of this delegation. Calling Car 48—are merely the voices that bring a broken win- dow at the corner of Chambers and West Broadway. Run over there, Sergeant Noble and see. Herman Neuman, pianist, and now, folks, it would require the gratitude of a nation, so I sez to Madam Queen that the Fresh Air Taxi Company will repay Herbert the Owl or Reddy Fox or Graham McNamee through a nation-wide hook-up. American sc mountain, Gesstoxen by a Republican President, Herbert Hoover \ commenced the greatest U. S. Steel 90 and one-quar- ter, Wright Acro 103. Only nine cars of oats arrived from Car 29. Calling Car 29. Hello, Car 29, and only fourteen cars of hay arrived from the West this morning, which is more than the Mississippi—that mighty stream of which Richard Cobden said, boop, boop, a-doop, and kindly communicate with the station to which you are Car 65; Lieutenant Kelly calling to the Republ I form and slightly cooler in Northern New York and New England. There were laid the enduring foundations "it SA ET TS TL TS i “A quart of alcohol, please.” “For you or your car?” comicbooks.com