Judge — April 2, 1932 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE DRIVE THRouG tt CENTRAL PARK, will open. That means you will have thousands of —white-« d butchers busy getting in the customers’ way all the big league ball parks, trying to sell them vittles distin- guished mostly for their absence of vitamins and reasonable price. Now have heard that we are in the midst of one of the peaks of the depression. Hav- ing paid, in the past, 50¢ for a split of White Rock, twenty-five cents for or- dinary fags, fifteen cents for a nude. , blanket. and a dime certain you may or may not cold. clammy dog in sogsy fifteen cents for Coca Cola for a small bag of last ye fruit, [ am wondering what, if any, » going to do about it. you have no ideas, I have a How about drop- ping into your neighborhood meate ric? You will discover the hot dog can be had for about a quarter a string. White Rock is away free in speaks. You can g shipload of peanuts for the asking. And all other items on your menu are cheap in pro I should think you might act accordingly. You might also. try. the Can-Eat-for-a-Quarter System. be terribly popul be at the opening and [cannot tell y it will make me to see put in use of the good constructive ideas of Jevor Jr. s monkey estions. ven portion. AM-You Id In any case. PIL me in New York, 1 now how happy How about selecting some of ssmen by Beauty Contest My eyes are still swart- ing from last year. Squashed! (Dictated from My Invalid's Chair on the Sun-porch) M y weight taking an alarming turn 4 for the grosser last’ week, I JUNIOR * PLAYED” SQUASH! asked it, | squas friend what to do about sked promptly, “Do you I suid “Yes, quite easily, especially in the subway.” He said “Don't be dumb, I mean do you play or would you like to play squash ten- nis?” 1 said no, and so he dragged me around to the Park Avenue Squash Club, as cozy and pleasant ap! lose your life as these dim eyes ever seen. “When are we going to play?" [ inquired after we'd broken the ice and put it into glasses, “Oh, that’s right,” said my mentor. “What ho. steward. some clothes for what's-his-name.”” Equipped in a track suit instead of chain mail (which I later found would have fitting) and armed with strung with catgut, we nou a Inace Quick, BENERLEY A HOT DoS WITH RUSSIAN DRESS” AND STUFF “HE BUN WITH CANIAR! — BABE f RUT 1s UP: climbed down a stecp ladder into a whitewashed rectangular tomb, Some- body hauled up the ladder, and before I could do anything about it I was in for it. While Bob Cahill (a person who has actually survived the game long enough to make a vocation of it) looked on and laughed, I was put on the spot. “Now you stand there,” said Joe, “When I hit this up to the I, you let it go past you and play it as it comes off the back wall Keep it above that line when you serve and above that tin strip along the bottom of the front wall at all times. But always make sure that you're on the intersection of these two (Page 28, please) IM GoING Jo SUPERVISE MY OWN COOKING “Wis BAS= BALL SEASON ex yg —~ 15 comicbooks.com