Judge — January 15, 1916 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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sailors OF NEW YORK RADE-MARKS are the “John Han- cocks” of business. The revolutionary hero signed his name to the Declaration of Inde- pendence with dn em- phasis which showed he was going to win with the new cause—or hang. The signature was unmistakable evidence of his responsibility. The manufacturer who signs his name to his goods— places _his trade-mark on them— gives unmistakable evi- dence of his responsi- bility. If the goods win his business wins. If the J udge The Happy Medium MEMBER OF THE QUOIN CLUB THE NATIONAL PERIODICAL ASSOCIATION goods are not right he will hang—commercially. And the goods nearly always win because every shrewd manufac- turer is careful about the quality of the goods he signs. He cannot afford to be otherwise than careful—and consistent —with the product that ae out over his “John ancock.” Trade-marks and na- tional advertising are the two most valuable public servants in business to- day. Their whole tend- ency is to raise quali- tiesand standardize fon, while reducing _ prices and stabilizing them. SSR ee NT HELEN TAL eT INO A Caen lection-box.”. The inventor hails from Oklahoma. If a member of the congrega- tion drops -in a twenty-five-cent piece or a coin of larger value, there is silence. If it is a ten-cent piece a bell rings, a five-cent piece sounds a whistle, and a cent fires a blank cartridge. If one pretends to be asleep when the box passes, it awakens him with a watchman’s rattle, and a kodak takes his portrait.—London Christian World. Joy of Eating—A well-known banker in a down-town restaurant was eating mush and milk. “What’s the ma ater?” ” inquired a friend. “Got dyspepsia.’ “Don't you enjoy your meals?” “Enjoy my meals?” snorted the indignant dyspeptic. “My meals are merely guide- posts to take medicine before or after.”— Illustrated Sunday Magazine. Help—‘I can’t swim!” shouted the man in the water. He went under, and when he came up he shouted again: “I can’t swim!” The man on the bank watched him with languid interest. The man in the water sank again. Wi hen he came up he gasped: “I can’t swim! “Well, my commented the man on the ban! s is a queer time to be boasting of it.’—Tit-Bits. Discouraged—Motorist (to chauffeur)— How remarkable. Here’s a sign that says, “Speed limit_100 miles an hour.” New chauffeur—I can’t get no such speed out of this car, so it’s no use tryin’.—Kansas City Star. Her Suspicion—Sumbo—Ah loves yo’, Mandy, an’ Ah jest come to ask yo’ to fix up de weddin’. Mandy—What’s de yo’ job?—Philadel phia fudge ttah? Has yo’ lost ning Ledger. No. 1787 Vol. LXX. January 15, 1916 uige Company. Copyright, 1916, kas second-class Entered at the Post-tf Cable addres Published Brunswick 1 Six mooths, or 26 ou! ‘Thirteen weeks ~ Payable in advan re protected by copyright nd Great Britain. ny newsstand, the pub- f that fact be promptly The conten oth the es, its dependencies, and 30 cents a year for ‘Treisoat Babdieg == = Bostou -—~——4-—— - 4 comicbooks.com