Judge — May 25, 1918 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Tent aud Deck teezes Military and Naval Juvce pays $1 each for original jokes sent by soldiers and sailors and accepted for publication, and each week $5 is awarded for the best original joke received Passing the Buck By Cone, W. W. Joxes, No, 657, Aero Squadron, Avia- tion Camp, Morrison, Va. ‘HE Colonel calls the Major, When he wants something done, And the Major calls the Captain, And starts him on the run. The Captain then gets busy, And strives to make it suit, By shifting all the baggage, Ona shavetail Second Lieut. The said Lieutenant ponders, And strokes his smoothy jaw, Then calls a trusty Sergeant And to him lays down the law. The Sergeant calls the Corporal, Explains, how it must be, Then the Corporal calls a Private, And that poor Private’s me! A Perfect Stranger By Puivare Jean P. Evans, Medical Detachment, 332d Infantry A rookie who came to camp recer.tly, as is customary on one’s first day in camp, was given the hand salute and instructed that he must salute his superior officers. Several days later he wasvisiting in a neighboring town, and failing to salute a Colonel whom he met on the street was severely reprimanded by the Colonel himself. When the rookie returned to camp he hunted up one of the Lieutenants of his company and said: “Say, who isa fel- low supposed to od salute around this me Sk place, anyhow: = “Why, your su- -é perior officers,” was the reply. Se “Well,” said the rookie, “an old guy with a couple of birds pinned on his shoulder — bawled me out something fierce downtown today for not salut- ing him, and gosh! pyaen by Lauren Stout, Co. E., 107th Infantry, Camp Wadneorth, Spartanburg, S.C. Bucx—(to his Buddy who has hocked his pay for three months ahead) Oh, boy! There I didn’t — even know him! goes the pay call! Difference of Opinion Drawn by Doc Raxi anitery Dept, 23d Unfantry Bup—I wish this old war would end, don’t you Jack? Jack—Well—I don't know. I hate to think of going to work again This Week's $5 Prize Winner By Puvate Ror F. De Lawo, U.S. Marine Corps Behind the American lines in France a negro picked up a@ German helmet and placed it om his head. dn officer repri- manded him. “Here, here, my man! How Cap'n” replied the negro, “I had to kill nine Germans befo’ I got a hat dat could fit me.” “My man,” said the officer, “you say you had to kill nine Germans before you got a helmet that would fit you? Well, I'd pity the enemy if you went out after @ pair of shoes.” He Meant the Code of Regulations By Wutarp C. Kipp, Base Hospital No. $5 At Camp Lee a new bunch of rookies were being addressed by a Lieutenant. His talk was along the line of a military introduction. At the end of his speel he asked: “Have any of you fellows been given the Articles of War yet?” “Yes,” replied one of the Rookies, “T've gotten everything except a pair of trousers.” Doughboy Definitions—Yet Another Batch By Pasvare Wuustas Me Mowatt, Battery Ay 112th Buck Private—A Sergeant or Corporal who has been reduced to the lowest rank. Ditch Diggers—The Engineers. Duke—A nervy loafer. Ocean Detail—An informal parade for shower baths. Undress uniform is cus- tomary. Forgetful By Pvt. Eowarp D. Bartox, Co. F, 9th Infantry Voice (from tent where corporal in charge of quarters has put out lights)— Corporal! Cor poral—What the devil’s up now? Voice—You've forgotten something. Cor poral—Forgotten what? Voice—Forgotten to kiss us good- night! Appomattox Ignored By Private Hexwent Prox, 115th Signal Battalion During a recent hike our battalion was marching througha little — Mississippi village. An old colored man of post-bellum days standing before his little hut watched the troops march by with sparkling eyes. It was more than he could stand. Raising his cane in one hand and his hat in the other, he shouted: oot I “Doggone, boys, you-all gonna git dem Yankees dis time!” Ger House and v assem nights tion, t our st expres Roma ton Pe Me from isn’t to be Gene: Ho sayin; that | Peppr ured Inf Wien The C Rec Loose WR Societ Hobo The n certai