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

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Cee ee bys f i i if {i THE CLOTH | Sacrilegious Religion—The task of ministering to spiritual ne of our men on the other side is not easy, and those iertake it must be especially well Most of them appar- and much praise has been ac- them by their unusual congrega- tions. Many orthodox Christians would hold up their hands in horror upon the scriptural elaborations presented by these chaplains, and thiscan be appreciated from perusal of the following excerpt of a marine chaplain’s sermon, delivered dur- ing a halt in the march to the front trenches. “Boys,” he said, “I know the Bible says if your enemy smites you on one cheek turn unto him the other, but it doesn’t say that if he about to try to stick a bayonet into you, you should turn your back on him. It also says love your ene- mies. I agree. I have seen many dead Huns and believe me, men, there is nothing easier to do than to love a dead Hun. But never forget to pray. It eases the mind and gives you confidence. But between prayers, fight like hell.” —Wall Street Journal equipped mentally ently Very Gratifying—Addressing some public-school boys recently on the subject of “Tact” the Archdeacon of London re- marked that even the Church can not invariably be depended upon to say the appropriate word. For instance, he con tinued, there was once a certain vicar The New Offensive 1 we get back! Forward! and let’s hop Com pana de Gracia (Barcelona who had long been eager to sce an exten- sion of the parish burying-ground. At length his wish was gratified. Soon after the opening he felt called upon to speak a few words of condolence to a widower who was setting out tributes of flowers. “Good afternoon, my dear sir,” said the vicar, approaching breezily, afternoon.”’ He gazed around in a con- tented way. “Our new cemetery,” he went on, “seems to be filling up nice The Argonaut. Anxious to Relieve Him Le Doctrur: Puisque je cous preseris une ditte absolue, cous deores bien me céder vos tickets de pain. Doctor—Since I've prescribed a wheatless diet for you, you might as well give me your bread card.—Le Péle-Méle (Paris). | STYLE A_ Bishop's Amendment—Bishop J. S. Flipper at a picnic in Atlanta con- demned the summer fashions of 1918 severely. “Such short skirts,” he said, “such openwork fabric, such low-necked blouses—a truce to these 1918 fashions! They're caricatures. Did I say cari- catures?” the bishop adde Then let_me withdraw the word. They are not caricatures, these fashions—no, they're take-offs.""—Buffalo Commercial. She Was Probably Right—Ar. Styles —But, really, you’re not going to wear that dress to receive your friends? Mrs. Styles—Why not? “Well, dear, it’s very short and very much on the decolleté. “Well, they’re coming to see me, aren’t they—not the dress?”—Yonkers Statesman. Part of Eve's Costume—Bessie came running to her grandmother holding a dry pressed leaf, obviously the relic of a day long gone by. “I found it in the big Bible. grandma,” she said. “Do you s'pose it belonged to Eve?”—Boston Transcript. DOCTORS And Then He Woke Up—“ Did you try the simple plan of counting sheep for your insomnia?” “Yes, doctor, but I made a mess of it I counted 10,000 sheep, put ‘em on the cars and shipped ‘em to market. And when I’d got through counting the wad of money I got for them at present prices, it was time to get up.”—Boston Tran- script. Another School—“ Do you believe in telepathy?” “No; we always have a homaopathic doctor.” —Baltimore American. A Close Call—Two young physicians in a Western city who were struggling to get a foothold in their profession met one day and exchanged views touching things of interest. Presently the talk turned to the last case one of them had handled. “Yes,” remarked the young medico, “the operation was just in the nick of time. In another twenty-four hours the patient would have recovered without it.” —Harper’s Magazine. comicbooks.com