Judge — October 19, 1918 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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| A. Digest of the Worlds Harior | Tit, . WA Khim mk se Ot Me a Mm Dri hm of VilieJ The Wittiest Thoughts from the Drightewt Minas | L= one Why “Doughboys"’—A doughboy is an American soldier, and American sol diers, infantrymen, artillerymen, medical department, signal corps sharps, officers and men alike, all {re called doughboys The term “doughboy ates back to the Civil War when army wit was aroused by large globular brass buttons on in- fantry uniforms. Somebody (he must have been a sailor) dubbed the buttons “doughboys” because they reminded him of the boiled dumplings of raised dough served in ships’ messes and known to all sailors as doughboys. Originally it referred only to an enlisted infantry- man, but the A. E. F. applies it to all branches and all grades of the service. The Stars and Stripes Cutting Out the Sweets—Bill— This war is fierce. Jill—What's wrong now? “Why, I got a letter from my girl who is ‘Over There’ today, and the censor cut Gut. 16xef the x9 postscripts:'in #t-"— Yonkers Statesman Why He Was Pleased — He was highly interested in the justly celebrated se of the sun recently. After gaz- ing at it a consider- able time through a friend’s smoked glass, and returning the glass, he asked to gaze again on the phenomenon. “You scem great- ly interested in the eclipse,” the friend suggested. “Sure I am,” was the reply. “It’s the first thing I’ve seen since the war began that hasn’t cost me anything.” —Indian- apolis News. Even That Which He Hath Not alms “Dis done, L marraine me dema sks me in this lett Le Péle-Méle (Paris) Those Feathers—When certain sol- diers from the antipodes were in New York a little while ago, a woman was heard to say to another: “There goes one of them Australians.” “How do you Lnow?” “You can tell by the Kangaroo feath- ers in his hat.” —Boston Transcript. Von Kult’s Astronomical Nightmare “Between the sun, moon and stars I'm going out of my wits. (Barcelona). FOOD Feeding the Baby—The very pros perous-looking gentleman stopped and permitted the very pretty girl to fasten a carnation in his buttonhole. Then he handed her a quarter. “What is this for?” he asked. “You have fed a Belgian baby,” was the reply. Nonsense,” said the other, adding $5 bill to his contribution, “you can’t do it. Here, take this, and buy a regular meal for the baby.” —Pittsburg Sun. Princely Largesse—“ Did you leave the waiter a liberal tip?” “T surely did,” replied Mr. Gripnickel “TL left him two potatoes and half a chop. which, according to the bill of fare. ought to be worth at least a dollar and a quarter.”"—Washington Star. Chances—“I have arranged things for our watermelon festival. Mr. Flub- dub will make a speech. Mr. Fudge will sing. Mr. Wombat has consented to give usa chalk talk.” “What are the chances of getting somebody to con- tribute a few water melons?” — Kansas City Journal. May Be as Bad “Are you quite sure there are no microbes in the food you sell?” asked the fussy woman of the fat baker. “Quite positive. ma’am,” replied the corpulent one; “you see the Government now compels us to use substitutes in —Campara de Gracia everything.” — Yon- kers Statesman. comicbooks.com => ant ar P . G