Judge — February 13, 1932 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE QUIT YOUR STALIN By Jack Cluettovitch f the Soviet Government, wearing the con Te members ventional facial brash of communistic ‘dictators, sat around a chopping block in the executive otfice at’ Moscow. On the center of the table lay a pitcher of vod crust of black bread and a time fuse.” The dictators puffed on pieces of fuse, knitted their beards in communistie thought and said nothing. At length a street sweeper broke the tense silence: “Gentlemen,” he said through natted whiskers and torn I think it is « open the meeting by bres ing into a Russian “Or a Russian m ing his lips with a rubber boot. “And, then.” said a Volga anarchist, winding up an in fernal machine, “I think we should discuss the bread situa tion. People are beginning to eat the stuff under our very nosesoff. In my opinion all bread should be made out of the hook section of the New York ‘Timesky instead of whe: at.” A tall Cossack, smothered in spir arose, fired six shots at the spe: aker, hissed * sat down, “Don’t do that rumoff.” A new dictator was quickly appointed and, after singing the Rogue Song, the secretary rapped on the foreign min ister for order. General Trotskotf said, “I found a of shoesky “I know, Comrade... but after you divide up all the — and sent him to the salt mines of Si money... what then?” “The salt mines are becoming over- (Page 31, please ventured a boatman, smack Minsky, or we won't have a quo t wearing a pair reste hes for his shoes comicbooks.com