Judge — November 4, 1911 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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The Vital Question. T°. “Cook the Cheaper Cuts of Meat’ The ‘helpful’? columns teach; ank, tails, Receive attention each, Directions most explicit Cover every point but one: How to eat the dish resulting When the weird concoction’s done. Those Post Cards. HE SOUVENIR post cards have a tidying effect. First, they have wiped out the post-office deficit; second, the publishers have cleaned up a million or two with them; and, third, these pub- lishers are scouring the country for new ideas for them. and brisket, heads and Notes from the Basswood Bugle. By ROY K. MOULTON. NSON HAWKINS and wife. are the leaders of our smart set, are trainin’ their daughter Lucille for to marry some furrin nobleman, and Anse is gettin’ ready for the advent of his son-in-law by mortgagin’ his west eighty and the flour mill. He says he is goin’ to get his daughter a title or bust, and it looks as if he would bust before he gets it. Hod Renfrew’s daugh- ter married a feller with a title. His title was H. D. (Horse Doctor). The soap club will begin its winter sessions in a few weeks and news will be plentier in our midst. Miss Amaryllis Teeter, our prima- donna sopranner at the Hardshell meet- in’ house, broke the record the other day. She sung a piece into a phonograph Lem Higgins is studyin’ the Esperanto language and expects soon to accept a position as train caller in a union deppo somewhere Art Hilliker has got the hives and is movin’ around livelier than he has in some years. Elmer Purdy, of this man’s town, went down to the county fair and got mixed up with the sheep, and the judges who HANDLING AERO TRAFFIC IN 1950. The fly cop—'* Hey! the next time I catch you up here in the speedway strata with a load like that, 1 ‘ll take you down Mind, now !"" THE LADY OR THE DOG. The girl | * Every man who passes exclaims The dog ( * What a beauty!’ and. of course, they mean me."’ hung a blue ribbon on him before he could reveal his identification. Elner has looked rather sheepish ever since Miss Amy Pringle, our milliner, gave him the mitten. Pansy Perkins, our poetess of pas- sion, has completed an epithet for Hi Haskin’s gravestone. He ain’t dead yet, but decided to have the job done beforehand, so it would suit him. Nobody around here ever thought Hi was so much of a feller until they read the poetry, and he is quite a matinee idol at this writin’. The Ladies’ Aid expects to hold an oyster supper some night next week, provided they can get the oyster. The rubber one they used last season has been mislaid somewhere. Bushrod Binks, of West Hickey- ville, is here to spend a week with relatives, and that is probably all he will spend. Bushrod went to the Chicago World's Fair with ten shillin’ and came home with a new suit of clothes and three shillin’ in change. Hi Hicks will take his usual winter job as horrible example for some temperance lecturer. Hi is one of the best horrible examples in the profession. Down South at a lecture one night last winter a hunch- back took one look at Hi and straight- ened up immediately. comicbooks.com