Judge — January 1936 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Judge Last-Minute War Bulletins concentrations of news- DUWA, Ethior reel men are reported forming in the lowlands about this city today. Natives are fleeing the valley and taking in the mountains, HARAR, Ethiopia.—Detachments of newspaper corre- spondents have been marching through here all day. Ob- —Strong servers expect bloodshed to the south, as the newspapermen are headed north. DIRE DAWA, Ethiopia —Charges were made here to- day that rotogravure sharpshooters are using guerilla tactics. A party of rotogravure men sniping with tele: ic cameras from trees, brought in seven machine gun crews on their film. AKSUM, Ethiopia—The biggest forward push of the war came to an abrupt halt today when supporting bat- talions of tabloid cameramen fell back, electing to get out of a downpour of rain and play cards at their hotel. MAKALE virtually use city today. got out to po: and candid ADDIS Ethiopia.—Armored tanks were found to be after a disastrous skirmish north of this All the tanks were captured when their crews for a strong brigade of special correspondents ‘amera hounds. ABABA, Ethiopia —News reached this be- leaguered city today that four radio news commentators were summarily shot by a corporal heading a scouting party. The only grounds the corporal would give for his act was that he owned a radio. “Tails—it’s Constitutional!” ‘ : ; ‘I won't be home for dinner tonight, dear. I'm breaking in a new man at the bank.” Silver Thread | the muted lyre be twanged Let the muffled drum he rolled: For my faithful The first silver in Put away the dancing shoes; Order me some juliets. . . . Who will trade my silver fox For some knitted shoulderettes? Bring me ribbands. bring sachet, Bring me tissue, reams and reams; Store my youthful souvenirs To delight my senile dreams. Send my flimsy robes de nuit To a mission in Japan. Mine no more the silver fizz, But the cup of cambric te: No more Rhapsodies in Blue... What's that Minuet in G? Bring the hassock for my feet; Guide my hand across the page As I draft my will and my Memoirs of a Golden Age. Pipe the plaintive piccolo; Soun? rollow tone: T have * first white hair And Isied own. —Etnet Jacorson, comicbooks.com