Judge — July 13, 1912 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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THE MANAGER'S VIEW. Mr. Hedgehog—" Huh ! be can't amount to much as a singer. Why, he's not even being paid for it!"” THE RIVAL OF THE SEA SERPENT. The mammoth sea spider recently seen off the New Jersey coast. Easy. 'RESH from college, Bill and Charley, Joseph, Henry and the rest To the world now grant a parley, Ere they of it things divest. What they don’t know is a trifle, And it can’t be found in books; That they mean most things to rifle You may gather from their looks. They have notions as to money They will quickly put in force; They know how the bees get honey, And the game is plain, of course. Men in trade they will astonish With a number of new tricks, And no doubt they will admonish Persons now in politics. Making way in the professions Is a simple thing to them. Why insist upon concessions When you've worked your theo- rem? J. A. Waldron, In Training. She—*‘John, dear, I do wish you wouldn't hold the baby upside down. It's very bac form and he might grow up to b» an acrobat or something equally dreadful."’ He—Oh, that'll be all right. I just want hira to be able to make good in tre subway.” Wait. Oldfellow—-'*1 just had a letter from my bey Charley. He tells me he's burning lots of midnight oil. Knowing Charley as I do, I can scarcely believe it.’’ Proof Positive. Crawford—*Do you think he’s hen- pecked?"" Crabshaw—‘‘He never mentioned it, but I’ve noticed that the portraits over his mantelpiece are those of his wife's folks.’" High-priced Matches. They tell us that charges for matches are low, But what is their reason for thinking them so? A million or two is about the amount That is paid, we suppose, for a match with a count. OH, YOU REVOLVING DOOR! Attendant (as lady con.es around the eighth tive) —" This Suffrajests. EXPLAINED. ‘s—] HEAR Miss Strongmind has chucked poor Thompson,’’ said Dabney. “Sad, but true,’’ said Wilkins. “Why, I always thought Thompy was a brick!"’ said Dabney. “He is,”’ said Wilkins. she threw him, I guess.’’ “That's why IN LONDON. ‘Well, Cholmondeley,’’ said the suf- fragette’s father, ‘‘I know what you have come for. Marion has told me. But do you think you can support her in the style to which she is accus- tomed?’’ “Well, I’ve been trying to fig- ure that out, Mr. Plantagenet, said Cholmondeley, ‘‘and, reckon- ing on six months in jail every year, I fancy I can."” BY WIRE. “It must complicate matters terribly for Hawkins now that his wife has been sent to jail for three months,”’ said Bland. ‘‘I wonder who will sing the baby to sleep.”” “Oh, he’s fixed that all right,’’ said Blithe. ‘‘He’s had the nursery connected by "phone with her cell."” UNAFRAID. “Well, my dear,”’ said Mr. Wig- gins, on the night of election day, “did you vote this morning?”’ “IT did, indeed!’’ replied Mrs. Wiggins. ‘‘I not only voted, but I wrote out my reasons for voting as I did on the back of the ballot and signed my name. You men may feel the need of a secret ballot, Youngfellow—“You will, though, when you get the gaso- line bill."” ain't no merry-go-round. lady !"* . Lady—'"I know ; b.t Ican't remember wheter I was go- ing in or coming out.” but I'm not afraid to have any- body know how I voted or why.’” comicbooks.com