Judge, 1935-11 · page 13 of 36
Judge — November 1935 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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Judge Almost Unbeli HESE “Believe It or Not” pic- tures of Mr. Ripley's are very rable interesting, but we could work up a lot more enthusiasm about them if we didn’t encounter so many amazing and almost) unbelievable situations right here in our own little home ev- ery day For example, we have no less than sixteen cigarette boxes and containers and yet there is never a cigarette in the house when we want one. Cur- rent issues of ms gazines in some un accountable manner always find their way directly from the postman’s hands to the attic or to the pantry, while 1 the livir vintage found in dent those oom are of the ists’ offices Whenever we wish to write a letter - find writing paper and ink but no per no writ point. or ink a ud pen points but paper, or pen points and itiy iper but no ink. The win- ade in our front bedroom ow sticks during the daytime and refuses we dis- to be raised, but the minu robe in the evening it impishly goes “twa and flies up to the top of the w WW By actual count we have “We must have used too much starch!’ seven ash trays and yet when a party is in proc- one of these little receptacles could be tracked down in our domicile by a flock of bloodhounds and a Scot- land Yards detective. ess ne Our twelve-volume enc WEAN clopedia contains all of the words in the English fe with the excep- om oof the words we asionally wish to veri- fy. During the past six months the only time the ymatic lighter on our langua t oc stove refused to work us one evening when we were completely out of matches. And so it goes, Mr. Ripley, so it goes. Day in and day out new miracles confront us in every nook and every cranny of our modest little home. In fact, we've ten to the onthe’ point where we seldom j go places any more. We just sit around the house “T sent her two letters every day for a year... and and marvel at thin then she married the postman.” —J 11 mes L. Dilley comicbooks.com