Judge — May 18, 1918 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Ont Jerry bank joing, treat y I'd loike dian Gas May 18, 1918 What the Sailor Will Wear By Our Owx Beauxasu URING the approaching season it D will be proper, for the sailor who wishes to conform to Dame Fash- jon’s latest decree to retire in his under- garments and shoes, but the conservative sailor, that perfect harmonizer of style and good taste, will never, never sleep in his leggings. This needs hardly to be mentioned. And while on the subject of under- garments, a_ perfectly proper subject if deli- cately handled, it should be mentioned here that the sailor’s lingerie will be as always daintily and modestly white, though of a thin texture to disclose the lines of the figure in an attractive and becoming manner. The upper body \. garment, that provocative \\\ little creation, will be dis \\\* closed most alluringly in the V of the jumper for wwe patty west the eyes of all the world “er to behold and admire. Fie on the naughty girls! How they do admire it! Of course, the fastidious sailor, that rugged defender of all that is most sacred in fashion, under no considera- tion will relinquish his inalienable right to don pajamas for the business of sleep- ing. Here the most delicious whimsy, an effect so altogether pleasing that one dares hardly breathe it, is the pink silk, ‘\ \ 2 cunningly tucked, band-stitched, free- flowing extravaganza, gathered round the wrist and ankle and full flaring at the throat. Could anything be sweeter! Many of our better socially placed sailors will hammock in these demure little fufs of vane 7 ty, but at their own risk. Lz To ‘ ~~ The white hat, that coy a) little halo of nautical ra Q: 1% ishness, under no consid- eration is to be found on the back of the head—oh, tar cov ure no! shocking even to sug- RAEO gest. The nose, the upper bridge of the nose, is the proper resting place for this dainty decoration. Wear it in such a manner so that if by some disastrous stroke of fortune the nose should be re- moved the hat would completely cover the This is exquisitely sea-going. —The Broadside. “Nor Giving in Marriage” We shall not wed in heaven; At least I’ve heard it said. Which only proves that fools rush in Where angels fear to wed. Never Safe You may rail, if you choose at each woman you But ‘tis useless polemics to hurl— When you deem yourself perfectly safe“on your feet You may slip on some slip of a girl. A Dry Drinking Song “‘What’s the matter, old chap?” “I’m trying to compose a rollicking grape juice song for an opera that has to tour the dry belt.” Probably He Did! He—I've been fighting for your hand for a long time, but am beginning to get discouraged! She—Nonsense! Press on! Drawing the Line Bill—Imitation is the sincerest flattery. Phil—Still, you wouldn’t want any one else to kiss your wife. Arboreally Speaking “That minister is an ex-prize-fighter.” “Oh, yes. A sort of box-elder, as it were.” Faultless Pajamas [fj Night Shirts THOSE WHO CAN’T COU | THEY GET PAST $1.67?—Trench and Camp. Ignorant Child! “Mama, who were Samson and Delilah?” “Dear me, child! haven’t you heard that opera?” To-Day Tramp (to man on porch)—Have you any cast-off drill-suits or overalls of your wife's that I coula have? Modern Charity The Mendicant—Please, sir, will you give a poor man a couple of dollars to get him a bite to eat. More Camp Humor Proved by Statistics Statisticians, and dern good statisticians, too, statisticians with class, mind ye, have com- puted, o1 tistisched, that there is nothing, either in il or military life, that is shorter- lived than a box from home.—Trench and Camp. Go Ahead, Bruce, the Cost Will be Small “Every girl I meet in Montgomery is wearing a major’s gold leaf or a captain’s bars or a lieu- tenant’s cross guns or something,” said Bruce Oyler, Co. H, ‘‘made up my mind to have a jeweler make up a gold K. P. pin for my girl. Then she'll think kitchen police rank some of these other fellows.”"—Sheridan Reveille. Numbers " The officials who get out the new identifica- tion numbers are certainly twiddling with some big figures. Think of being known as No. 2,017,888! AND WHAT A CATASTROPHE comicbooks.com