Judge — June 18, 1932 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE HOW TO Py BRIDGE IN AN evel I hope I have given you a glimpse of a silver lining in the black clouds. Quick, ? Gontone I know approached a Y few months ago by a friend of his who was in bad need of money. Being of yenerous if foolish heart let the chap have a few hundred and took a note but only on the bor- note came due heoming. It ond at all. gan to come but no money didn't bother 3ut then rumors to him that the man who owed him money was gambling heavily at the bridge clubs, losing but paying. Accordingly, my friend looked up the delinquent. He said “What chances of ing this note “Not very good at the moment” said the other, But,” said my friend, “I hear you have been paying, off large gambling losse “Yes!” was the are debts of hono: “Very well, then, taking the note bits, “this is your pa reply. “But they said my friend and tearing it into a debt of honor, too!” Mystery Story G: ahead and begin your scofling now but what you're about to slim thru is the absolute McCoy so help me hannah. A quiet millionaire who nests mag nificently on the banks of the Dela- ware down Jersey w and has a fleet of expensive nd a yacht always tied up steaming at his priv- ate dock, is in the habit of sailing to Florida every year. This he does at the exact same time and for the exact same six weeks. This year, however, he was called back from the sun spot unexpectedly. Business. He took the train and on arriving at his station, a taxi. But as he approached his house he sensed something wrong. His queasiness sed as he got nearer and Suddenly his cab turned a corner 1 there stood his house. Ordinarily it would have been closed but he was amazed at sensing signs of life about the place. Moreover when he looked into his garage he saw several cars there besides his own and strangest of all, to his dock was tied a yacht, steam up, and not his own! (His “Oo MUCH own yacht was riding on Biscayne Bay, his cars in his Florida garages). Suddenly his blood turned to water and without stopping to find out what it was all about he set sail for the Police. When he had blurted his story out to the Chief of the Lo looked him curiou worthy 2 Or don't better finish out your vacation? 1 should think it would be better to so off for two weeks and not send any police around.” For some reason (Page the millionaire 31, please) OF AA EGolisT—THE PLAN WAS TO FIND SOMETHING HE QULDNT Do! comicbooks.com: