Judge — September 14, 1918 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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i | ; 1 : J j All Worsted Serge Pants *\ Made To Order onderful =o New Plan aac Itching Rashes —— Soothed With Cuticura All droggiste: Soap 3, Ointment & 2 {A, Talen: Hamplo cach fren nf “Cutiewra, Dept B. Boston, Birds of a Feather The socialist is a rooster The pacifist is a hen; They'd rather strut and sputter Than do their bit like men. ‘Camp Dodger. Win-the-War Measures Boomerang Bullets that will return (gently) to their starting point after killing at least one German. Combination Sam Browne belts and razor strops. Transport the chuck holes from some of our bad roads to France for use as trenches. Draw pictures of everything you want and save the price of a French dictionary. Fill a bucket with second-hand dish-water from the cook shack, add a spoonful of lye, a pair of old sox and a dash of vinegar, and use it as a substitute for this year’s vintage of vin blanc. —The Spiker —Engineers, U. S. Army, France. And When He Falls—! A cartoon from “Over There” by Comp. Guaxt Powrns, oS wt Oh! What a Crash!—Marines’ Magazine. FUN FROM THE FIGHTERS Good Things in 3 Our Army and Navy Publications If He Only Knew! Wednesday Afternoon in the Ship Jumper’s Camp.—Great Lakes Bulletin Pity Poor Eve HILE a recent guest at a Sunday dinner with friends uptown, I was escorted into the backyard and shown a fig tree. It was the first time in my young and frolicsome lifetime that I ever had given a real live fig tree the up and down. The most cardinal feature of the tree to my eye was the smallness of the leaves. ce childhood I had heard of a fig leaf being the only decoration in the “clothes line” worn by that redoubtable spare- rib, Mother Ev After sweltering in Texas for eight months I had grown toenvy Eve, but now that seen the actual afigleaf, the ol’ dear most sincere sym- \y.—Kelly Field Eagle. Some Dream “Thad a great dream last night,” said the private as the last note of reveille died out “What was it?” asked the wagoner as he drew on his sox. “T dreamed that we had finished our job of whipping the Germans,” returned the private, “and General Pershing said, ‘Sergeant, dismiss the army.’”—The Spiker—Engineers, U. S. Army, France. Looked Familiar The buck stuck his head up over the edge of No Man’s Land. “Just like home,” he said as he counted all the shell holes in view. “It r minds me of Main Street undergoing improve- ments.”"—The Spiker—Engineers, Railway, U. S. Army, France. | New Authority Two Day Non-Com. and His Slaves. False Alarm The connie of a Kelly Field trolley was about to pull the bell rope to start his car when a shrill feminine voice shricked: “Wait till I get my clothes on!"” Everyone in the car immediately “rubbered.” And what they saw was a fat woman trying to lift a basket of laundry on the rear platform.— Kelly Field Eagle. Then Watch His Smoke If the Kaiser really wants to see the Crown Prince lead an army he'll have to be present at a German retreat. — Air Scout. Dangerous Vamp Venus de Milo, that plaster of Paris beauty of the form divine, musta been a mighty dangerous id age when they had to cut off nch and Camp. ~—Trench and Camp wren in her day both her arms. THIS ADMIRABLE PICTURE « « which adorned the cover of a recent issue of JUDGE has been reproduced in full colors and mounted on a heavy mat, II x 14, ready for the frame. For twenty-five cents, cash or stamps, we will send it, postage free. Judge Art Print Department, 225 Fifth Av., New York City JUDGE nov spri her kno bev proj post E Susy comicbooks.com