Life — November 23, 1928 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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“Runnin! Nothin’ but runnin’ ya always is. What's they to run about always?” “I got to do somethin’ when me underwear swings offa’ me like lace curtains.” Progress of Prohibition Enforcement release from Leavenworth prison, where I've heard before. They borrow smokes | he had been sent for liquor selling; aj From everybody in the place | clergyman asserts, “With few exceptions | And say, “Too slow, speed up the pace.” A Cnicaco gangster employed by a beer all the criminals, bootleggers and human| And if you want to hear them crab, syndicate uses a sawed-off shotgun to, wrecks are opposed to Prohibition,” and a| Refuse to kiss them in a cab! | force customers of a saloon to drink his | salesman selling flavor extracts to boot-| They take me home with slippers worn brand of beer, and Detroit commuters leggers writes to the New York Times|Completely out, and new dress torn. that many of his customers showed him | Last spring I gave them all the gate. the canceled checks of their donations to Since then I haven’t had a date throw their dinner pails into the river when the tip is given that Prohibition | agents are pecking into the buckets; a San Francisco Federal agent, appealing against a conviction for soliciting a bribe, pleads that constantly drinking bootleg whiskey to obtain evidence has weakened his mind, and patrolmen of Toledo, Ohio, | complain that while they were raiding a speakeasy a three-year-old boy threatened them with a club; a Chicago judge rules that saloon keepers are responsible for the the Anti-Saloon League. W. W. Score. Change of Heart T aM so sick of college men Who, with a borrowed five or ten, And twenty pints of rotten gin, Set out for a big night of sin; quality of the liquor they sell, and raid-| Set out to paint the town a hue ers on Long Island bombard a speakeasy | That Hook-and-Ladder Number Two with tear gas bullets; an Omaha ex-dry | raider marries the “Queen of the Ne- braska Bootleggers,”” whom he met while Would hesitate to claim as red. I hate the way these infants spread Themselves about my favorite dive | With anyone collegiate. Now— | Remorsetulness makes dark my brow. [It’s fall and football's here again— |I wish I knew some college men. Betty Crawford. THE INTRUDER “Str, I want to speak to you about your daughter.” “Thank goodness—I thought you wert selling insurance.” Tue youtn who stowed away on the “Graf Zeppelin” turned out to be 2 raiding her saloon, the ceremony being! And let the world know they're alive.| caddie, this being the first case in golfing performed a short time after the groom’s They call me “Babe” and tell me jokes! history of the bag carrying the boy. Spicenaereremeniaimnisnacesininy comicbooks.com