Judge — September 1935 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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[7 tom-Searching PTTHE big danger in symptom- searching these days is that it’s so apt to become habit-forming. I became an addict through no fault of my own, so I'm passing the information on for what it’s worth, Watch your step! About six months ago I tried to pass a business card through a fork, without touching the tines. A_ fel- low on the radio said the chances were five to one I couldn’t do it if I'd let my nerves go to pieces from smoking just any old brand oi cigaret. I got the business card through the tines all right. Then I took to notic- ing how far av plates. An optician keeps sending around blotters asking “Can You Read Them Two Hundred Feet Away?" I could read "em almost two blocks away. I slipped up on Have You A Busi- ness-Trained Memory? Without Looking Can You Tell How Many Keys You Have on Your Key Ring? That disturbed me a little. But about a week later I found I was in a bad spot on Do You Know the Number of Your Nearest Fire Alarm Box and Its Location? About the same time I slipped badly on a needle-threading test. I was really getting worried now, and things began going from bad to worse. I got so I couldn’t read news- print through a pin-prick in a blotter with my left eye. I found one night that T was a Keyhole Stabber, where for years I had been inserting my latchkey smoothly. Finally I blew up completely. I couldn't Find the Center of the Circle by Drawing Two Straight Lines. I van to notice I was getting to be a Telephone-Booth Artist and a Fin- gernail Drummer. Instead of using a paper-knife in opening mail, I was becoming a Letter Ripper. Every place IT turned T found my- self beset. T grew so that I watched every little thing I did. I kept up my gruelling tests. I got so I couldn't hold a glass of water without spill- ing half of it. T knew by then T was a Napkin Crumpler and a Horn Driver. That’s what symptom-searching did -for me. After about four months of it, when I was getting to be a Coin Tosser and a Pencil Nibbler, my rela- tives intervened and sent me away for a long rest cure. I'm pulling through pretty well, according to a consensus of my doc- tors. However, I'm not putting all my faith in them. Ina few days now, I'm going to try and see if I can pass a business card through the tines of a fork. —NorMan Sutrivan. | I could read license | When in Milwaukee, visit the famous Pabst Brewer- ies. See the laboratories end scientific control that assure and maintain Pabst Blue Ribbon quality. you stop for a safe, refreshing drink of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer or Ale. Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer and Ale © 1935, Premicr-Pabst Corp... Chicago Pull over there, fella— didn’t you see that Pabst Blue Ribbon sign? It’s your invitation to enjoy the very best in brews. The trip seems shorter —and it certainly is cooler and lots more pleasant when Summer heat and tenseness just vanish when you relax with soothing, satisfying Pabst Blue Ribbon Beeror Ale. More than ninety years of brewing history stands be- hind each bottle of Pabst Blue Rib- bon—it ought to be good—and it is. comicbooks.com