Judge, 1918-08-10 · page 24 of 32
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That Twenty-five Mile Hike Coal Sr C0, th 0. T. C. Camp Devens Drnen by Stacmxe . I know why the French doughbcys love * Bec Marne in n up to the battle of the n taxic More Silent Communications axt W. R. Doon, Sd Training Co, Camp Morse, VE of our boys in training at a Signal Officers’ raining Camp was showing a lady friend through the grounds when they suddenly came upon a squad of men practicing semaphore sig- naling. They were waving their arms in all direc- tions, making the various letters, when the sweet young thing suddenly gave vent to her pent-up feelings. “Oh,” she exclaimed, “this war is aw- ful. Just think—we've got to the point where we have to send deaf and dumb men to the Teras BySe ront.”” He Had Experience By Freo B. Sawren, Port Hospital, Fort Howard, Md. A company commander was requested by the War Department to find out if there were any men in his company with a knowledge of wireless telegraphy Fe his com “Men, there is a chance for some any, he said ot you to go to school and study wireless telegraphy. If there is an here who has had any experience, hold up his right hand Promptly to the extreme right of the company flew up one lone arm. “Well, Private White, what experience have you had?” “Sir, I used to be a messenger boy.” Khaki Cut-Up By Pvt. Avatis P. Zicwr, $5th Co. 12th Bn, 159th Dep. Brig Sergeant—Now suppose you found a lighted bomb on your post and you knew it was about to explode. What would you do? Rookie—Turn it over to the Captain éf my company, si S: 5 1s awarded for This Week's $5 Prize Winner The Human Muffler By Per. A A. Tacensire, 11th Co. Ft. Hancoek, NJ. CORPORAL Thrift By Convonst Ket Warsos, Battery D, 18id Field Artittery Sergeant—Let me have a dollar to get some stamps with Private—What do you.do with so many amps? ergeant—Oh, I mail letters to my girl friends. Private—Why not marry one of ‘em and save stamp money on the rest? Pride of Office Corporal Jones who apprecistes the importuce of his cftice has chevrons pe on his ppmas. Drawn by Euoon Ketter, M. 0. T. Ca Supply Company, Fort Riley, Kansas Yet his audience was too small. ent aud De eezes Military aud Naval Jupce pays $1 each for original jokes sent by soldiers and sailors and accepted for publication, and cach week best original joke received After the Test Drawn ty Per. Doc Raxuix, Gas Def. Ser, Let. City, N.Y. Ofcer—Did you find any uncomfortable features about the mask during the test. Buck Pricate—The only uncomfortable feature is 1 can't get a girl's ey i Appendix to Our “‘Doughboy's Dictionary By Por, WoT Maw yA Meth PA ipper—The Captain. Wind Jammers—Bugle: Paper Hangers’ Delight—Corn starch pudding -a frequent culinary offense. Ma—The Mess Sergeant -a—The Top (First Sergeant). Shrapnel—Beans. Insulted Dignity By Sen ties, Plight Dept, Scott Field, B “Didja just join up, or kave yuh been in awhile?” “What ja mean, just join up? poah rookie you, I’ve stood a longer’n you've been in the army ast tte, Hl Why parade you rest Got the Idea Exactly By Poware RoW. Treen, Photo Ditinon, Air Service The first sergeant was talking to his men about courtesy. “You men must have proper respect and care for all women, and if you ever see a woman in trouble, go to her rescue at once. Sam,” he continued, addressing a tall negro in the rear rank “supposing you were walking down, the street and saw a big brute strike a woman in the face. What would you do?” Sergeant,” replied Sam, “Ah would look dat brute in de eye and say: ‘Man, it am mahty lucky for you dat you didn’ strike met’ Those Army Horses Ly Por. Hanay Wreorr, Hdgrs. Printing Dept, Camp Diz, N. J. Major—A v embarrassing situation oc- curred to me at Review this morning. Colonel—How so? Major—As I galloped across the parade grounds a private yelled ““MJLK,” and the horse came toa dead stop. US RE a aE comicbooks.com