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Last One Dead Is 0 ie, “ eg (Peter oe in : ae Ets oe) — “e An Old Maid! “Alvin Hinkey” Yarn | aed Fete => f t ee ae? ee 5th ‘ Mv) pai Ae ae > 7 By Joe Archibald Nineties was her parrot. And the old bird wasn’t taiking— D | The only witness io ihe bump-off of a slick chick from the Gay until Gotham’s gocfiest sleuth made polly want a hacker. Set. Louis Garfunkle, e/o Postmaster, New York, N. Y. BAR LOUIE: I finally got your Xmas card, but by -he looks of it I would think you were in Paree and not in an Eye- cers town, The censor wrote “Tsk-tsk’” on it. | : Eva got all excited the other night when I took her to a newsreel, Louie. There was pictures of action where you are supposed to be. All at once Eva grabs me like I am the last bus out and says, “There’s Louie!” Then we see a G.I, push you over, Louie, and what does it turn out to be but a gargoyle which _ fell off a church. Eva was disappointed. She still is not convinced as she says she remembers you standing up unconseious many a time after drinkin’ the prune wine you used to make. That was murder, that stuff, which reminds me of one I solved, only who got the eredit but Hambone Noonan, S EomiIchboo