Judge — October 26, 1918 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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DARKEYISMS Over Their Heads—Col. Oliver H Dockery, Ir., chief of staff, 12th Division, Camp Devens, Mass., vouches for this one Several thousand colored drafted men were recently sent to a Northern camp from Florida. White signed to drill them, assisted by acting non-commissioned officers selected among the most educated and intelligent ones of the negroes. While riding around among the troops at drill, Colonel Dockery observed that some of the white officers. Northern born, were “talking over the heads” of these ignorant South ern colored men. As an example, one enthusiastic young lieutenant, in trying to inspire a greater spirit of enthusiasm into his platoon, addressed them as follow. “Now, men, you must take more inter- est and learn your drills. This war is a very serious proposition. It behooves us all to properly prepare ourselves for it It behooves us to make the very best soldiers we can—it behooves us to be better soldiers than the Germans, and then we can beat them.” After a talk along this line the officer ordered his men to fall out and rest. As several of them moved off toward a grassy spot to sit down, one confiding little black from the Southland sidled up to a tall and rather dignified acting corporal, and said: “Corporal, does you understan’ all what dat officer was talkin’ about?” The corporal drew himself up erect, and replied: “Of course [ understand. Why do you ask me such a foolish question? “Well,” said the little negro, “for in- dis here behoovus what he was ers were as- mostly stance talkin’ about—what do he mean by dat behoovus?”” The corporal gave his questioner one withering look of scorn, and shaking his finger in the little man’s face, growled: “You poor, pitiful, little black igno- ramus—you disgrace the whole colored race. Iam ashamed of you. But, as your superior officer, I will condescend to enlighten you this much—that the Mr. Hoovers that our licutenant was referring to is the Government food-saving expert, that keeps niggers like vou from eating your fool self to death.""—Army and Navy Journal, Some Men—‘‘Some men,” said Uncle Eben, “is willin’ to work or fight, but wants to set around too long thinkin’ over which dey’ll choose.”—Washington Star. Shattered denburg—Careless little monkey! ply priceless e—I never ped out of m (London), um; it sort — Bystander A Grand Spectacle—A Minneapolis laundress, a negro woman, patriotic sup- porter of the Red Cross, was among the thousands who witnessed a recent Red Cross parade in the Mill City in which fifteen thousand white-clad women par- ticipated. In telling a Red Cross worker how she liked it she said: “Lady, mi: t suttinly was a gran’ h in mah whole life did I see so much washin’ at one time.’’— Argonaut. feces ary a nes mera ce. ! EGOTISTS | The Man Who Knows—No one knows better how some great task in- trusted to some one else ought to be done than a man of no practical experience of his own.—Ohio State Jourr Deliberate—" Professor Diggs likes to use high-sounding phrases.” “A mere affectation, no doubt.” o. I rather think he uses such phrases because he’s afraid that if people knew what he was talking about they know he didn’t know what he was talk- ing about.”—Saturday Sunset. Bragging—Professor Phirstboy prided himself upon his advanced and enlight- ened views concerning women and their place in the scheme of things. He sat next a very clever woman ata little dinner he attended the other night, and, in reply to a remark of hers, cried: “My dear lady, I go further than be- lieving in woman suffrage; I maintain that man and woman are equal in every way.” “Oh, professor!” said the lady very very sweetly. ow, you're bragging.” Moutreat Daily Star. Oh, Man!—“T shall never ask Hobbs for his advice again.” “What's the matter?” “He never thinks what I have made up my mind to do is right.”—Boston ranscript. The Mark of the Beast Mrs. Douglas Ponsonby (late Frau Potzblitz) fond of der schwimming? Mrs. Hamilton Macleod (late Frau Strikeschwein)—My dear, he dare not! Vy clothes he shows “Deutschland Gber Alles” tattooed all over his body, ven heiss so Vy does yor band not bath if he takes off comicbooks.com