Judge — January 12, 1918 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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ge if | ro WITH UNFORTUNATE Time—"When I left college I didn’t owe anyone a cent Dear me, what an unfortunate time to leave!” Quite Apparent—‘Her new evening gown is a dream.” “Yes, it is a bit intangible.” “Don’t let him do that! Don’t let him do that! You'll ruin his disposition!” The Point of View—"Did you enjoy the game?” “Naw, I sat in the horseshoe. “What's the trouble with th “AIL T could see were the Mighty Seats of the Overheard—We (as the team comes onto the ficld)—Here they come. She (enthused)-—Oh, aren't they darling I just know that that light-haired’ hoy, with the sheepskin under his arm, is a wonderful dancer. Omar—I understand that Paul Baylor got caught in the draft. Aroma—Well, if that’s the case, the war ought to be over soon. He never held a job more than three months in his life. ed Junior, named Ash, ng to raise a moustache, Wher he went to a dance The girls looked askance For they thought it was some kind of rash. Everything that happens in the army may be ail in the day’s work, but we're in favor of an eight-hour day. THE MAGAzINED. -As Each One ‘Would Do It—Snappy Stories — Slowly her sinuous arms crept seductively about his shoulders and around his neck, as Nedra, with a world of passion in her languorou: held up her voluptuous ane abandon and daring ‘lecolleté, Esmé rose from her escritoire and walked toward him with utter sung froid, placed her arm about his shoulde nd, casting con- vention to the wind, whispered, ‘Mon Saturday Evening Post—She flung her arms about his brawny shoulders and sighed Kiss me, dear. ury—Placing her in a palpably compromising enunciated, “Let us osculate. Ladies’ Home Journal—The sky was a glorious symphony in purples and oranges and pinks. Somewhere a nightingale was warbling sweetly. She gazed serenely into his hazel eyes. They were very happy. ms about him osition, she He Whose Laugh Lasts The crow—Well, by heck, you don’t see name on any holiday menu! See aE ME COLLEGE WITs | Leland Stanford University UNITED | She Wins, Divided He Loses—So you paid’ a thousand dol- lars for a Liberty Bond?” s, and that’s ch movie star like Madg ap alimony for a A War Toast Nobody drinks where wine is forbid, Nobody dines with the doll chorus kid, Nobody’s gay in this lifeless town, So here’s to old Nobody, Gent! Drink him down Dethroned Lorenzo—A year ago you said I was your king! Florenso—But we're establishing republics now. New York—Bordeaux—2d Stanford Unit—I hope we don’t get submarined and lose all our baggage 3d Stanford Unit—Oh, I don't know; we'd save money at that. 2d S. U.—How do yuh figger? gd S. U.—Look at the stewards we'd save tips on Hardly Worth It—Guy—When I left, I told Mabel I'd give her a penny for her thoughts. Guyed—And she said— Guy—That I'd have to go higher as it costs two cents to send a postal now He Was—Director—I told him that as ictor, he was a damn fool. tar player—Good for you; did ke resent Director—No; he signed a thousand dollar contract with the Kustard Komedies. comichooks.coiy)