Judge — December 1936 — page 20: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE LIARS CLUB WELL, here we are together, members of the Liars’ Club, and if I can get some from Brother Kent Graham, who's busy down in Hawaii harpooning attention guppies (they grow pretty big there, he says) we'll call this meeting to order First we have some unfinished busi- ness in our files. I notice we haven't as yet checked on the report which claims it's so cold in Key Junctio: Mich., that drink a f hot coffce, they first have to bite when the natives 1a layer of ice And I Bell, whose integrity as a whopper swap. have a note here from Jim r is never questioned at Cairns, North Q censland, Australia. Jim sent some snapshots along, and on the back of ‘one, he writes Falls, near Lake Eachem. The fence is to prevent the mosquitoes Vision from dragging unwary sight-seers into the water to use as crocodile bait. When the crocs come up to the top for the Judge By O. C. HULETT human, the mosquitoes devour ‘em be- fore they can subme Mr. Secretary, w an answer to Brother Bell and tell him we have mos- s so big in New Jersey, they slap re Brother mans. At Eagle Lake, wi Lutter has his. c¢ the mosquitoes } teamed up with the fireflies, so they could select the best spots to bite Here's a did from James Sokora of Philadelphia, who describes himself as chambermaid at a race track A horse in my stat black nose. he asserts, was except for a white spot on its That was the description, but it doesn’t fit any more, because it travelled so fast in the first race that it ran right through the white spot, which is now located at the end of its tail. Sergeant Earl Young relates this ex- perience during the World War. “While watching the German lines through my field glasses one afternoon, I saw a Ger- man on duty, guarding a huge powder dump. Picking up my rifle, I adjusted the sights and fired a quick shot knock- ing the cigarette lighter that he was holding out of his hand. Realizing the opportunity to exercise my marksmanship to the advant of the A.E.F. I took careful aim and fired ost ashamed to tell I had to shoot five times more before I spun the wheel in—but I'm al you the rest of the story on the lighter, lit it, and blew up that powder dump! From St mous letter. parent was a riding fool when he got in an engine cab ‘Granpappy really rolled ‘em when he got the high ball,” the Missourian confides. “One day he was pulling a Louis, Mo., comes an anony- It scems the writer's grand. 18 comicbooks.com