Judge — June 1, 1918 — page 20: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

shouldn't!” The Critics “Just look there, 'Enery! ‘Ow she ’as the face to get herself up like that I dunno. / “Ah, my dear—you see, it ain't on'y a question of face!""—Passing Show (London). WORDS “Fen Dubs!’'—The skating season is long past, baseball waits on the weather. It is now top and marble time. Strange cries resound where small boys most do congregate. “Fen dubs!” “Fen, no_ inchin’ er’thin’!” “Knuckle down; shoot Ever’thin’ on you! “No “Rollin’s—no punchin’, no ’ “Play on a chuck, or play in ’Tis a strange lingo! The dictionary does not carry the vo- cabulary of marbles. But there is sense in the words, strange as they sound to the uninitiated. “Fen” is “fend,” in the sense of “forbid.” (“Saints forfend” of the elders.) Fen dubs: you cannot win two marbles on a shot, even if you suc- ceed in hitting two off the chuck or out of the ring. Fen thribs: ditto as toa shot that moves three of the enchanting pellets of clay or glass. Where do the various sorts of marbles get their names? There are steclies, and bullseyes, alleys, reallies or pures, halfies, mibbs or miggs, bloodies, glassies and crokers; p s and pimples, milkies and Englishies and houses. How many men are there who can pass a group of small boys playing marbles without stopping to look on for as many minutes as can be spared and renewing their youth and vocabulary of real words?—Dayton Herald. A Verbal Barrage—Cusswords and Biblical quotations enlivened the Senate’s discussion of the Overman bill to-day. The author of the measure, resuming where the discussion had been dropped yesterday, essayed to define the Presi- dent’s reasons for wanting the bill. Sena- tor Reed (Mo.) furnished the cusswords, which were echoed by Senator Overman with even greater vehemence than that which marked their utterance by the Missourian. Senator Overman also fur- nished the Bible lesson.—New York Sun. Lost His Native Tongue—He was a black boy from Alabama—lonesome. He had been working in a stone quarry most all day and no one had said a word to him. He happened to look across the way and there was another black boy in khaki. The other black boy was a French colonial, but the American black boy looked only at the face and the color of the uniform. “Low niggah, how’s tricks?” was the opening social parry. No answer. “Ah say, niggah, does you know Ah’s talkin’ to you?” Then astonishment. From the other black came a rattle of French that would put a machine-gun to shame. The black boy from Alabama gasped. He couldn’t believe his eyes or his ears. “Foh da Lawd’s sake, niggah, has you been mixed up with these Frenchers so much you done lost yo’ own language?” and he went back to work.—Evening Sun. Treat for the Huns—Russia’s na- tional flag henceforward will be red, with the inscription, “‘Rossiskay Sotzialyitich- eskaya Federativnaya Sovietskaya Re- spublika” (Russian Socialistic Federa- tive Soviet Republic). This was decided upon today in a resolution passed unani- mously by the Central Executive Com- mittee of the All-Russian Soviets. Chairman Sverdloff, proposing the resolution, said it was imperative to de- cide the question of the flag immediately as “the Russian flag will have to wave over the embassies in Berlin and Vienna.” —New York World. Pardonable Pride ‘n 70?” ‘on, aux grandes mancuores.” 1870: “No; in the Fall Manceuvres.”—La Baionnette (Paris). Ponee , Facet “ Mais, moi qui cous parle, j'ai fait sept prisonniers, dont un offcier!” For that matter, I myself once took seven prisoners, including one officer.” > comicbooks.com