Judge — October 26, 1918 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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From “Watcu Your: Neicusor”™ From “Tea For Turee” Put: Carter is a good sort, straight and honest, and faithful to you, I suppose. Doris: Of course he is. Putt: H-m-m—but it is always that straight, upstanding virtuous type. of gentleman that I suspect. It ta a trifler like me who airs his peccadilloes to be truly faithful. But Carter has no imagination. Heis highly conventional, highly stupid, and most fearfully a bore —and yet I like him and you love him. Doris: But just how do you mean that Carter is—stupid? Pui: In a dozen ways, one of which, for example, is that hewould be xtremely shocked to know that you were lunching with me alone. Now wouldn’t he? Doris: Well, I suppose in a way— but, of course, I’m going to tell him. Puiu: Is that wise? Doris: Oh, I couldn’t really de- ceive him—and besides it'd be sure to leak out. surrender themsel Comrape Nac unconditionally. The comrades of Germany will TT h h Secret Service) A From “ Pexrop” Pexrop: I tracked that old scoun- drel, Dade, to the den where he lives. Sam: Where does he live? rob: That old scoundrel, Dade, in a place called the Y.M.C.A “Dappies” Lorry, late of devastated France, has a rd this crabbed bachelor for a papa. She here intrudes upon his eminently adult con- versation with the request that he fix her sock, which has lapsed from its proper altitude. “Oh, Daddy, I’ve found a hair!” From comicbooks.com