Judge — November 30, 1901 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THANKS! : 3 those inclined to thanksgiving 1 ! Br ‘The editor highly ranks ; He thanks when he is receiving CORRECT. D and sage and pepper, Chestnut, thyme and oyster, Mingled with some sausage= SAFE TO BET ON. § | } f alls, Krown—* Do you know that there are not a ee 4 Just to make it moister, enough pumpkins to meet the pumpkin-pie demand ?" And always declines with thanks Browne tll crisp and frae i yrant, 1 did not know it; but how x Then: ‘you strike: the cane tine j 5 . j grade of i ee anil met d A f \ }Stufing that’s: the stuffing y that Turkey dreams are made of. pumpkin-pies made of an emul- sion of squash and carrots.” ALL IS VANITY. Green—* But \ ¢ Crawyord— suppose the , , “ He has become a squashes and car. ; fa nes martyr to the game rote give ont then fee anes /e of golf.” w ale , ke arte 4 Crabsha rrown—* By ~ te y fas s “That's what 1 that time the Na "aie Nevhont ; thoughtwhen [met squash-carrot pic é i i Ay R : : him in the train on will be a_ prime P : his way to. the ‘ . links, He checked be made of pump- | a : Y e his umbrella. and ims. , ie carried his bundle ENTHUSIASTS. .” ‘ of golfeclubs.” Bessie —" Oh, ¥ ‘ i = t Mabel ! isn’t this a a “aa 3 R PREPARED: lovely game ? Se’ fi 7 x K P Mrs. Todds— ¢ ; aa “Good heavens, the centre-rush otf 4 they're carryin John! You're not the field on a going to dinner in stretcher,” that sweater 2” Mabel—“That $ Mr, lodds — is the third) man : “Yes, my dear. ‘The landlady told me last mght that injured, and they have hardly be; yet. It’s just too « lightfully brutal for anything, isn’t it?” she was going to call on me to carve the turke: ~ ‘Hallas i t ve (3 He = Na ~ ¢ Bye y hu MHL SATURDAY NIGHT IN THE VILLAGE STORE. Joet Peasery (sitting at extreme left of picture)—"' Hear “bout the joke on Ham Tuffun?" Henry Wiccins “Nope. Whut scrape ’s Ham got into naow?” Jort. Peasety—" Gosh! this is the wust yet. Ham went down tew the city to buy holiday-presents (so he said). an’ of co'rse c'uldn't resist gittin’ full of licker, an’ then he got skeered to cum home: so he ups and telegraphts his wife thet he'd missed the four-o'clock train. Henry Wiccins. “Well, where's the p'int tew the joke?” 1. Peasety ‘The p'int? W’y. his wife got the telegram “bout three o’clock—jest an hour ‘fore his train started.”* comicbooks.com