Judge — October 1935 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Judge } The Hat-Check Room B TWEEN the uniformed doorman and the night club's encircling gloom Comes that haunt of the latter-day Lorelei That is known as the hat-check room Two beautiful sirens approach you, Lay hands on your coat and your hat And lure you with sibilant voices As, struggling, you go to the mat Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, That we willingly part with a dime? Or enjoy going out in a city Where we buy back our vesture each time ? Let go of my topcoat, you hussies! lo Too often its ransom I've paid . Ed [ resent being forced to redeem it; USE? | SEZ And besides that, the lining is frayed. Ge_4 —N.R. J. Deadlier Than the Male AILE SELASSIE says that, if necessary, he will recruit women to fight. Well, it will be tough sledding for the Italians if he decides to put those women in automobiles. , } And our idea of a real pacifist is a fellow who could attend a p ence without getting int« “That horsey set makes me sick with their airs. Help you catch the waiter's eye. The Noise-makers’ Corps sees to it that a repre ative sits at the next table to you in your favorite restaurant. When he sees you waving a tablespoon helplessly, he gets going with his cow- bell and sends the waiter to you. Hold a downtown parking space for you. Our Traffic Service sends a man out ah you in a flivver. He grabs the first open space and holds it till you arrive. He drives out, you drive in. ( ) places by auto, without walk- ing ten blocks at the end of the trip. This, Mr. Citizen, is a service you can’t afford to miss. Just All in the enclosed blank and return, with $500 for first morth, Sincerely De Luxe Detectives, Inc Extract from Cro. Beagle HOMER G. CIT ABSCONDS R. HOMER G, CITIZEN, long a resident of this town, absconded today with $300 of his firm's mo: ends that the morning of sudden departure he talked wildly of placing himself in the hands of a detective service for a month, and then of returning and going to jail. Police have been baffled at every turn by mysterious individuals who insist on furnishing clues, all of which have turned out to be false. It is thought that Mr. Citizen is enjoying the protection of some powerful organization Meanwhile, his wife and children and a host of friends relatives await word from him —NorMan Suttivan “Tf you get that done I'll use you in the last quarter.” comicbooks.com