Judge — May 4, 1918 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Jupcepays $1 each for original jokes sent y soldiers and sailors and accept- ed by the Any C. O. in Any Camp >: oe Drawn by Doc Raxis, Sanitary Dept., 23nd Infantry The Sweet Young Thing By Sergeant Major W. R. Dodd, 249th Aero Squadron, Rich Field, Waco, Fezos SERGEANT was taking a lady friend through a flying field and explaining in detail the work of an aviation camp. They had been in the machine shops, the blacksmith shops and hangars where hundreds of our boys were at work when he asked her if there was any question she wanted to ask. The sweet young thing replied: “Yes. Where are all the soldiers?” A Fish Story By Private John C. Robinson, Co. B, 602d Engincers The rookies were at mess recently (the one place where they show real style) when salmon fish cakes, or “Gold Fish a la Camouflage” was the big dish. “Zee Bo” and the “Old Dog” were, as usual, grumbling about the chow. The ever-present oracle remarked that fish is good for the brain, whereupon the “Old Dog” comes through with: “Well, if fish is good for the brain, some of you fellows ought to cat a whale.” What He Wanted By R. A. Gunn, U Monterey Sailor—What yer lookin’ fer, Rookie? Rookie (wearily)—Hammock ladder. Tent and Deck Wheezes Military aud Naval This Week's Lucky Man—His Bit By Private E. M, Woerner, Co. A, 311th Infantry, Camp Diz, N. J. Sextry (challenging rookie at 10:20 p. m.)—Halt! Who goes there? Rooxie—Friend. Sextry—Adeance to be recognized. Rooxie—Oh, the Dickens! You wouldn't know me any’ T only came yesterday. A Try at It By Sergeant James H. O'Connell, Auziliary Remount Dept 304, Camp’ Meade Several Hebrew chaps were seated at the mess table during the Passover sea- son, and in front of them was a platter containing quite a quantity of Motzoths. A little “harp,” a short distance away, not knowing what it was, but having a vivid idea of cantonment construction, yelled: “Pass me the beaver board.” Shell Shock By Howard L., Ross, R.O. T.C., Boston Coast Artillery Officer of the Day—Did you hear that Corporal Sears is suffering from shell- shock? Private Russell—You don’t say! O. of the D.—Sure. He opened a soft- boiled egg at mess, and found two chicks in it. Promoted Drawn by H. Knorxent. Q. M; C., Barracks 527, Camp Funston, Kan. “Hey, you! Report for Aero duty tomorrow!” editor. Each week, also, Jupce awards $5 for the best original joke re- ceived. The Dyspeptics’ Hunch Draven by Pertix, U.S.S. Merey A Man of Mark By Corporal A. M. Reid, Battery E, 110th Field Artillery The good chaplain who wished to sepa- rate the sheep from the goats asked those of the Battery who were confirmed, to step into a certain section, and those who had never been confirmed to remain in their places. Among those stepping forward was the battery reprobate, who was asked in surprise: “Were you ever confirmed, Bill?” “Sure, Mike. Wanna see the mark on me arm?” The Civilian Idea By Estill 1. Green, First Lieutenant 353d Infantry “Don expects to be called any time.” “Yes, he has his wrist watch all ready.”” Hadn't Seen It By Bernard A. Bergman, Battalion Sergt. Mejor, Hdgrts J9th Di The rawest rookie’s left hand was way out of position at port arms. This was the climax of a series of blunders and the captain strode over to him angrily and bellov “Where's the gun?” “I—I—don’t know, sir,” stammered the rawest rookie. “I guess it wasn’t issued to mc.” balance of your