Judge, 1918-10-26 · page 20 of 32
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The Height of Bliss Enfin "est Cara. —You have heard the s: Well, that’s Naples.” PHILANTHROPY ; Trying for a Tooth-Hold—The new curat f very sweet natured and truly kind little soul, and did a great deal of practical good in her husband’s parish. During the festive season she decided to give a feast to the aged poor of the district All went well and the old people were having a fine time, when the curate’s wife suddenly noticed that one old fel- low did not seem to be getting on very well with his dinner. “What is the matter, Mr. Smith?” she asked. “Isn't it cut to your liking? Maintenant couz pause: mourir Lectures Pour Tous (Par ma’am—thankee!”) mumbled the old chap. “But, ye see, ma’am ve a pickled onion in me mouth, and. having noa but one tooth left in me head, it’s a bit awkward like to catch it Ul be all right, thankee, ma’am. Just ‘ it till L git hold on ’un!”—Phila del phia Star, “Fine, The Benefactor—“I hear that Count Haricot sends all the results of his hunt- ing to the hospitals.” “Why, that’s very generous of him. And does he send very much?” “No, Last. week it was nothing but two gamekeepers.”—Le Péle-Méle (Paris). FOOD Hard Picking—Our idea of nothing to do is picking a squab. Some day some one will print an anatomical chart in colors showing just where the meat is to be found and put a copy at every ban- queteer’s plate.—Buffalo News. A Prediction—‘I predict,” remarked the Old Scout in a most disconsolate tone, “a long, hard winter. I base my prophecy on the early autumn condition of both the upper and lower crusts of restaurant pies; seldom have I seen them any thicker or tougher than they are this season.”"—Detroit News. Easily ‘Remedied—Diner—I_ can hardly find this beefsteak on my plate. Waiter—I'll bring you a smaller plate, sitr.—Boston Transcript. War Wrinkle—“Save any .breakfast pancakes you have left over,” writes T. C., anxious to help; “when cold they excellent substitutes for rubber heels.” —Pearson’s Weekly. Peanuts—We have made cages Around all our emotions, And we walk Quite safely, In the zoo in which we have put them, And feed them Peanuts.—The Dial. Gladly! n'ai pas coulu cela.”—(Wil- Américains, jurons que nous voulons ecla.” “1 swear that I have not wished this.” (Witasast I). “We Americans swear we have this." —Le Rire (Paris) wished comicbooks.com