Judge — September 1935 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Judge G Job T’S funny the Federal men haven't got around to do- ing something about these railroad station red caps | who kidnap your lug gage and hold it for ransom. Add complete descriptions: He was the sort of a guy who wore an air of authority which looked as though it | had been tailored for somebody else. “He’s a vegetarian. He won't sleep on a feather bed.” over the country auto buses are replacing trolley rs. Which brings an end to another time-hallowed institution—the taste of a motorman’s glove. Huey Long may not be presidential timber, but he’s certainly a thorn in the President's side. A baby carriage has been invented that has five ways of folding up. This, of course, is nothing compared to some of the records reported by owners of used cars. “Every time I get in a tub there’s a phone call for me!” One Up for Art CAN'T get a kick Out of Fred or Dick Or Willis or Joe or Andy; And Phil and Pat I m awfully flat, With the sex appeal of Gandhi. | They're squat and dumpy, n and lumpy.— A Laurel or else a Hardy. They are ill at ease, They have knobby knees. And their reflexes are tardy. Oh, the men I know Are a sorry show, | And most unsymmetrical wretches, Heigh-ho! It’s rum, But they just don’t come Like those Leyendecker sketches. J —Etuer Jacosson. comicbooks.com