Judge — June 1937 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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

The towel method. Drawing the towel about your middle you knot the corners over one hip, and slip off your trunks underneath. Fhis produces an at- tractive west side elevation of which you are sublimely unaware. You may stand there being sublimely unaware for some minutes. Then you pull on your shorts and trousers, remove the towel, and finish dressing. The close friend method. Sans blanket or large enough towel, you put on your shirt first, and remove your trunks un- derneath its tails, This requires a close friend, quite close, to stand behind you when you stoop over. After some private experimentation, we decided on the towel method. It wasn't our west elevation that prompted the decision, but the bother of toting blankets and close friends. Of course, we always reinforce the knot with an old fashioned horse-blanket safety pin, but then we are admittedly no longer of the younger generation. STUDENT in a middlewestern uni- versity, having just completed a thesis on “Women's Hats from 1700 to 1930,” went out and crawled around in the road. When they asked him what went on, he said he was looking for an ant-hill; he said he wanted to live with the ants. However, they put him in the infirmary. ROM St. Louis comes word that the American College of Physicians is bringing out a new cause for high blood pressure. This is news and we have no doubt that a great many Americans are etting sick of their old causes for high Blood pressure and would like to trade them in. Yet, just because some restless re- search men want a change, is not argu- ment enough for us. We'll get along on the causes we have right in our own home—razor blades that spill, metal things that fall from the medicine chest into the lavatory and clatter down and WHO DONE IT? ‘round, tubes of shaving cream and toothpaste that look alike. If one has a wife, the opportunities for high blood pressure in the bathroom alone are al- most unlimited. Then there is the radio, the telephone, the fountain pen, the lunch counter, the vending machine, the sales tax, neigh- bors, salesmen, propositions and organi- zations. All have paid steady dividends in circulatory disturbance for some time now. Also, we have grave doubts that this so-called cause is new. Surely the found. ers of our Government, the fathers who threw off the British yoke, knew all about high blood pressure, and would certainly have made provision for it if they had thought it wise. Its adoption now would mean de- struction of the system of checks and balances under which we have existed for 150 years and have become the most prosperous nation in the world. c’re agin it. We Furnish the Clues. You Furnish the Murderer Peter Stevens, wealthy sportsman, wakes up at one p.m. with an ice bag on his head and goblins in it. A parece of elephants, giraffes, cir respects. He bows out zebras and monkeys truck up and pay t with the last of them at exactly one ten p.m. The butler, Silus McTavish, sneaks in and searches through all the drawers. He is hunting for a Social Security blank. Unsuccessful in his efforts, he curses his employer, “I shall see you in your grave for this, Mr. Stevens,” he snarls, and stalks out. As the clock chimes two, Stevens’ man-servant, James, enters with breakfast. On the tray are hot cakes, comato juice (large), a broiled chicken, fresh from the barnyard, cucumber: dows!" s, and an old shoe. In the shoe is a note which reads: “Beware! Death lurks in the sha- At exactly three .m. Stevens stirs, feels to see what lies next to him, finds nothing but ¢he cucumbers and goes back to sleep. Judge comicbooks.com