Judge — October 19, 1918 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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) ‘Tent and Deck Wheezes [tilitapy and Navel 4 je pcr pays $1 each for original jokes sent by soldiers and sailors and accepted J for publication, and cach week $5 is awarded for the best original joke received e Army Wa: Bam! The Impressionist t y Way > By Liner. Joux D. Cenris By Pex. Wauisas Bacar, Co, E, 59th Pioneers Inf., Camp Dis S| IRST Sergeant (standing beside bunk of aan ‘ private who had been late for reveille the ‘. HE new recruits got their whole outfit ; past week)—Thompson, why are you not up their hat cords. They didn’t want the re: * and dressed and ready to fall out? the boys to know that they were rookies, so th ; Private Thompson (with a stretch and yawn, went to the canteen and bought blue cords » looking up at the sergeant)—Why, what time is which stand for the infantry. One Italian bo; iH it, Sergeant? , stood up at reveille the next morning with Sergeant—You have just two minutes to get a red cord. The captain called him out and ! dressed and be out in line. said: ; Private Thompson (stretching and falling back “Tony, don’t you know that you should have a blue cord on your hat instead of a red one?” But Tony said, saluting the captain: “Me like da red better dan da blue.” in bed)—Oh, gee! One more minute to sleep! The City-Bred Mariner Drawn by Per. Mitt Gross, Co. F, 64th Infantry, A. E. F. Sergeant—Missed it again! Y’ wanna ruin that axe hittin’ th’ dirt all the time? This Week’s $5 Prize Winner In Pastures New By Sapren Jack A. MacLscutas, B Co. AERB, CETL, North Camp, England. It was such’ a a } Must Have Been the Surroundings Y By Pvt, Locts K. Axpexsox, Quartermaster Corps, U.S. A. Here is a conversation that took place between | two of our men recently: Corporal—What are we going to have for dinner? i Loan by Pace J.Haxsox, U.8,8. America Postmaster, N- Private—Some kind of steak I Boot (Rookie lookout): Ship ahead! Cor poral—Hamburger? ti Bridge: How far? Private—No. . Drawn by Pyr, Rarwoxn H. Loraiy, 130th Squadron, Avietion MY Lookout: About a block or block and a half. Cor poral—Porterhouse? iM schanies Trekning Soheal. St: Paul; Mins. + Bridge: What! What! Private—No, I forget, ...O yes, I know! Private Phateeg: Awright, Bill, one morc Lookout: Well, maybe two blocks! Beef—that’s it—beefst shove and we'll have it up. Ny Bridge: Where th’ h— do you think you are? It might have been the surroundings, but any- Private DeTayle: Up! Why, you dumb i On Broadway? way something about it struck us as funny. rookie, I've been trying to get it down! comicbooks.com