Judge — February 27, 1932 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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HE DION’ Dis@ ME BACK HERE UN FOE LIFTED ‘WAY JUNIOR ARLOG! mits; there was a seen » pie in’ the we been anywhere e In Richmond, ol or tl Lc Dropping into a the drowsy old Hotel I heard two lazy, soft south voices behind mez Honey, Ah might cou some corn for yo" pahty.” Honey, that’s mahty sw lL” Why, Honey, they’s j Ald rathuh do.” Honey, AWIL love you . don’ menshan i ‘ound finally, bit perturbed to find: (a ish girl; and (b) on was the old South Nellie country, suh, sho" = into No'th Cahlina, ginia is so crammed with ern to happen. Also, bo Cola is drunk in Cahlina whereas you sinia that . Then, uneventfully, thru lovely Southern Pines to Rockingham, N.C. where I, as the i » holed up ht, in one of those old suthin mansions that flow all an buy it ope over the place, eeze pre-Civil War cheer ind take night lo r practically noth ing. For two greemies. eens I owas given a room large cnough to bed string of polo ing them s The third day found me in Under, or South, Carolina, “YOND PHLADELPHY! O« then, thra the Coco-Cola Belt fers from Virginia only in that Vir tory there’s no room for anythi JUDGE ZES TH WIS SOCIAL REGISTERED READERS TOR CHOSING HIS *SE@uo'Gie! tof sweet The first town across the it couldn't border is ealled Cher: nthe globe. historic center. Lea linched | the bridge Atoll brid T have dis And by digressing slig restful seat covered, is a rickety, unsafe affai C. the Governors said to each other, or . Outside this learning how they mine the iodine, my first toll mentioned on the S.C. license plates. tly off the Dixie “Highway, was promptly in Richmond. made out of an old piece of roller | Savannah. hern fernale coaster, that flings a mighty 15-ft span aeross a raging G-ft. torrent and "Pine first thing TI did at Savannah Id get you cl s you a large sum for crossing. was to fling away the coonskin and This graft you pay te a erusty old don the lightics. ‘The coonskin looks ect of yous curmudgeon who is deaf. It all reeks and feels ridiculous under the tropical of the far-flung hand of ‘Tammany. sun that balms down on this charming ust nothin’ Toll bridges give me an idea, how old town, The next thing I did was to ever, to defeat the Depression, I'm — decide that some day I was g to all for it.” and was a mahox to get me a small river some- move out of America and settle in Sa yreferably one called “Waxa- vannah. TE can speak the language oxic.” fling a bridge across (English, not Georgia Jaw Cracker, is ) one Jew- it, and go into the Toll Bridge Busi- spoken here), and the atmosphere is But it one Mac can be keeper. He's conducive to the practice of the Miss crusty ene gent 3 ler and lazier arts T recommend. Anyway, Pot safely thea the Caro Well, with one thing and another, linas, even if T couldn't remember whit (Page 28, please) which dif ancient his 1] ot on nly in Vir- WUNIOR SAYS You HAVE To” BULL FIGHT” YOUR WAY ALONG GEORGIA READS / | comicbooks.com