Judge — January 1937 — page 42: what you’re looking at

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LIARS CLUB (Continued from page 35) top of the pass, and in order to get down, teamsters are obliged to turn their wagons around and ride down backwards. By applying the whip heart- ily and keeping the teams at a gallop, they are able (in some instances) to avoid smashing their wagons when they get to the bottom. Gong! Gong! Br-r-r-ring! Gong! Mr. Secretary, you may take that durned Lie Detector home to your kid- dies, give them a hatchet and let them play fireman. In our foreign department, we have the report of W. Kost, who says that in 1898, enroute from Hong Kong to Manila in the good ship Tuscarora, they < Naa a hit a typhoon in the China Sea, The We \ Yy water was so rough and the ship rolled ey ‘ so, they had to put screens over the smokestacks to keep the fish out of the fire-rooms. “W hatsa matter—can't you read?” And here's a hint from Brother Wil- liam Thompson, who, being made aware that the price of his electricity decreased as the amount consumed increased, burned all the electrical appliances at his command night and day. At the end of each month, he received a check from the electric light company. Gong! Br-r-r-ring! Br-r-r-ring! Mr. Secretary, I thought I asked you to get rid of that contraption. Get up ; off that couch. Don't you know better than to lie near a lie detector? EVARIETIES This secretary of mine is the laziest ¥ thing. He needs ten hours sleep, but he sleeps fast, so he’s cut it down to— Gong! Br-r-ring! Gong! Aw shucks, what's the use! Meet- ing adjourned! v They're not tenting tonight on the old camp ground—but they're having a devil of a time trying to dance in their trailers. v And in the old days a bad man would go around with niches in his gun handle, instead of in his fenders. v Business men are advised to take up skiing for recreation. Before this nobody tried to put the skids under them except during office hours. v After seeing the way mail trucks rush through traffic, one fellow says he’s going to quit using Special Delivery stamps because there’s no use egging "You're on the wrong track again, Preston.” them on. comicbooks.com