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She: Why so dull and silent, to-night, Georgie? Isn’t this your usually brilliant day? 1 should never have dined in if I’d 
known 1 had to face this sluggish flow of soul. 
He: Well, you see, dear—I mean to say—1 missed—1 didn’t get— 
She: Oh, 1 see. You didn’t get your copy of Judge. No wonder you’re dull. 
Every feast of reason must have its mental cocktail. 
Judge is the perfect aperitif. 
Not too dry—with preachments. 
Not too bitter—with vicious satire. 
Not too heady—with uplift. 
—but mixed just right — 
The Happy Medium. 
Try it for 
three 
months. 
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