Judge — April 6, 1918 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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An honorarium of $5 will be sent by Juve to any member of Uncle Sam's fighting forces on land or sea whore contribution to this department is selected by the Editor as the funniest camp or ship story of A Limit to His Devotion By Corporal Ernest Otis, 36th Co, C.D. L. 1. 8. , ” Terry, N.Y. T was during a sand storm that a private took refuge in one of the cook shac On entering he saw the lid was off the kettle in which the slum for mess was cooking. “Say, cook,” he said, “why don’t you put the lid on that stuff? Tt will get full of sand if you don’t.” The cook looked up from the eggs he was frying for his personal con- sumption and said: “You just mind your own business. You were sent here to serve your country.” Where- upon the private meekly replied: “Yes, but not to eat it.” Drawn by Dee Rankin, 234 Infantry Musical Notes First medical student—Are you going to that Appendicitis Lecture this afternoon? Second medical student—No, I'm tired of those organ recitals. Classified By Norman M, Moss, Co.115, U.S. Mo, Santo D. mingo A sentry on post was being ques- tioned by the Officer of the Day. “Do you know your General Orders?” “What’s your name, sentry?” “H. B. Haberling, sir.” “What rank? “Rear rank, sir.” the week. Accepted original jotes are paid for at the rate of one dollar each. Send in your humor, boys. En SON CAMOUFLAGE. Draen by Laurence Stout, 107th Infantry in the picture, to the left, is the y-seventh Division marching to ets in France, To the right is a dinner table under the trees, set with wines and all the delicacies of the season around which pri- vates are taking seats to fall to mess. But so well has the artist concealed these important military maneuvers, to prevent the enemy discovering the position of our forces, that the whole presents the appearance of nothing suspicious. Strategy By Frank C. Newitt, Co. C, 23d US 94 ALE. P. Exasperated drill-master (to ex- mule skinner)—* Right face! Right face, | said, you bonchead— Left — Where's your brains, man? y sure ain’t in your head or your Now, get this!— Right face! Oh, hell! (Pauses for reflection.) All right, now we have it.—Gee!— Haw!—Haw!—Gee!—’Ata boy'” Things a Sailor Learns Sergt. Robert I. Mickel, Field Battalion Distress signals: At sea, “S. O. S.": on land, “C. O. D.” sth Sign The Lucky Man Liewt, W. 11, Payne, Fort San Jacinta, Tezas, cap» turca this weeks 85 prise T Fort San Jacinto, Galceston, Tex., the following ‘notice tas posted on the bulletin board of one of the companies of drafted men: we your mail addressed as follows: John K. Brown, 11th Company, Fort San Jacinto, Galveston, Texas.” In a few days a deluge of letters began to arrive for John K. Brown. Playing Safe By Someone in Camp Forrest, Ga. “Sir,” explained the company clerk to his commander, a newly com- missioned officer of Hebrew parent- age, “here is a list of equipment this organization is held accountable for.” “You mean to tell me,” replied the C. O., “that I am held responsi- ble for all those things?” “Yes, sir,” answered the C. C. “Then,” decided the C. O., after figuring a bit, “I'll j make the papers over in my wife’s name.” Drawn by George A. Sousa, U. 8. Marine Corps In Uncle Sam's Navy Ensign—See the Captain on that bridge, five miles away? Gun-pointer—Aye, aye, sir. Ensign—Hit him in the eye with a 13-inch shell. Gun-pointer—Which eye, sir? No Time for Delay By Private Clarence pe, Typen. 200s Company, 154th The other evening a certain pri- vate who had been away on a 36- hour furlough got back to camp at To instead of 8 p. m. As he hurried along toward his barracks, a sentinel shouted “Halt!” “Halt, nothing,” answered Jones, “I’m two hours late now.” | “L says! Bann Birm Al out eve eS B. = ana fA F — . comicbooks UM |