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ft SHED EVERY WEEK Se Rateor od advertising offices 401 Glivey Building, Atlante, Ox Advertising Tues on application Saturd April 30, 1932. “~~oUR POLACY, “Tas mewspeper im pubiisbed Tor Abe peapie of Atlanta Ie pollcy foto foster, preserre and) pro- woot the intereala. “welfare and of Atinaia’s fntelligen fora aarh) Wook s large variety of weer articles, photos, stories and Qtuoriae of paramount and yal Yotereat to earb end every one of them: to co-operate wit the many fing clubs. civic orpanization and wellfare anweigtions tat splendid efforts aspirations SCbieving of inair elevatioe Ynapiring {deain, to the gre frendom of thocebt aod ac‘ion and hat fine broadeniog of 1m¢T eet of ALienta people | TABLE OF CONTENTS ‘April 30, 1932 Photograph of Ruth Roland - Photograph of Ruth Bol- | and’s Hand Jap-Russian Armys “Editorial - Clash Oar Policy Mtories Wanted Five Little Fire Crackers Laogh Your Troubles Pee Away --... 2 ONeill Tragedy a, Japs Seek War With U.S 8 Kidnap Ring Defies U. 6 Senate Rejects Beer Belen Duela Men a Roth Roland's Hand —_ ‘ ‘Numerology . aroncope --- ‘ Mental Telepathy 4 Munic ‘ Theatres eee oT Famous Affinities of History ne) Broken Soal— | ‘Serial Stary = s Stories Wanted This newspaper wants good short stories, articles on things of current interest, news of up- usual happenings, photos af people whe are doing things or of interesting scenes Poems and verre are also welcome. Report- era or cofrespondents are also! needed Send ali manuscripts. photos and communications te. the Editor, The Atianta Weekly. 1 Shey Bullding, Agasc. Ge | Mable after the fight. J'm pow. | keeper” Ey “Bricks and beqvets, and pleasant pasthme—Jor cam with warves of steel A ath relief, and w:moment's resplte aa phe desertei-ttrects announce, midnight add the last ebrl ary of ~tltxa’ of Sunday. How good Bunday does seem. A whole day with nothing to do but sleep and est. Then Monday—the mad wrramble t get oct the next edition ia on and day and night the quest for news, the plea for articios and the battle for advertising rages. And po goeth life in a newspaper office. All of which is merely and purely a prelude to the introduction to some people—rich in time—of one, incon spicuous bat all important Kttle fuct—newspaper editors ‘are notoriously paupers when their wealth Js gaged in time. | We'll Hatch Our Own CUSTOM HATCHING tel ETE, ‘Deder Deby Deeds aed Docks oN (SCENE: Dressing room, local | fight club, CHARACTERS: Boxer and manager. TIME (Ten minutos before fight.) MANAGER: “You gotta take this bum in the second round.” BUAEK: “What om I gowna wea brick” MANAGER ape; your right” BOXER: “I gotta date with “Your. right, marry her.” “Sie just wont your dough, chump.’ BOXER: “Yooh? Then } must be marned to you—all you want is my dough” MANAGER: “ $9 it wasn't for| you should hatch your own exEe. me, you would wever pete whcfiand it ain't doing your duty st aay clube. I'm She guy who| when you eend them aff t 2! sive ime uuemcang JOr gk. ‘stranger to atch. BOXER: *Nerts—ond J ein't| ‘Maybe this Bosebnth Hatch- Dorma kayo this buas wm the v60-Jery imiches ylats also. Kow, ond round, pet me?” Hthere $e ecinething 1 wonld Ike MANAGER: “If you don%,| to get them to hatch for me. If TL brew yuh.” I could get a nice, carefully BOKER: “That boy ome't dove )tatchet plot, T would give them] nothin to me. He's @ woe boy.|an order. He bought wy hunch today.” ‘But ‘think af sending them: MANAGER: “I'L tal you what TU do: If you gook ther tramp in the second round, Pit et you marry Mable.” BOXER: “You ain't my keep MANAGER, “You need a that you dmdn'‘t hatched your, property, Wie gon'| ‘{Wontinged on page 7) i BOXER: “1 ciat yon (Peis guy, J te ye He's o ice, feller.” y MANAGER: idea, ape?” BOXER: “If I kayo him, Mo-, {ble won't marry me.” : MANAGER: “Mable won't marry you! Whyl” BOXER: “He's Mabie's pet brother.” Bu. 1 Nerte.” MANAGER: “You are.” BOXER: “Why showd I kayo this boy in the wecond round?” HANAGEK: “iby Eyer emp, pore! 1 got « hoary bet on yun! that's why. BQXER: “What dota that get me—a load of bolomey?” MANAGER: “IU give gow fine per cont of whet J win.” BOXER: “Yeah, but I'm the ouy wiv takes dum the chin” MANAGER: "Well, what's “Whats the Fourth litte firecracker, vn to cough.” Pitth Ate firecracker, “Tw gving—oft” Poor iittle firecrackers, ‘There they 32 wt nd berg! seatt the hire steers ‘Ont Shey wane sll set. <_ Certainly Was Good “Lot's wife was verf€tniy good roman” “Slow soT” “Wasn't abe the salt of th jeurth?”, it the people's servant.” Ah, pot servant. They etic! with ma too long for th Wis Technique Won ‘Bhe — Do you think you dic right kissing me? ‘He—Well, I cant be blamed for my technique, I'm young.