Judge — November 2, 1918 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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i YOUNGSTERS De a Sa Dangerous Beasts—The teacher had been telling her class about the rhinoceros family she ‘ous to get near Now name some things, “that are very dang and that have horns. “ Automobiles!” promptly answered Johnny.—Warper’s Ma, wsine. Too Sensitive for ‘ Science—The teacher of the class in physiology put to Tommy this question “How many ribs have you?” I don’t know, ma’am,” said Tommy, squirming at the very thought. “I awful ticklish I never could count —VYouth’s Companion. m so Little Red Smocking-Jacket mener @ cause du canon; loup!” “In Paris, mam account of the ca of the wolf!"—La Bat it de me pro est d cause du wouldn't let me go out on re, it is on account ¢ (Paris) Going Into Detail—Almost by de- sign, it seemed, a health officer placed a card on an East End home, directly under the house number. Two youngsters, on their way home from school, stopped to try to read the card. “What does, it s. asked one. After a close scrutiny the other replied: “Its. 3487 measles’, “My sakes!” ’ said the first speaker, “IT knew you had to have a card on the house, but I didn’t know you had to tell how many measles there were in the family.” —Youngstown Telegram. When the Anchor Has Heaved a Sigh EDUCATION | Beginning the College Year in Mis- souri—The weird wail of the unleashed ukulele comes in the window like a va- grant breeze, a score or more of voices still free from the chromatic callous of age struggle against as many pianos in running the scale in tail spins, loops and other aerial acrobatics; the parkings are dotted here and there with deflated pop corn and candy bags. ow and then a group of stylishly clad young women rush southward to the ringing of the dinner bell. The rattle of the steam shovels in the clay pits and the song of the heartsick Maltese, the protested notes of the ambi- tious youth with the new cornet and the Empty! Ob, ter wh Mr. Bryson! It m a big harvest m the s| Sh Had to be Careful— First Little Girl My mother doesn’t allow me to use slang Second ditto—Mine doesn’t, cither. Ge I'd get it in the neck if she heard me use slang like some little girls —Be ton Transcript. Tonsorial Diplomacy Dawn of Doubt, or Ringing Hollow popping of the open cut-off sounds blends with the aforementioned meringue of new noises and signs to fully inform the residents of South Jefferson that Hardin College has again started another party of tourists over the pedagogical Alps toward ascertaining what lies beyond. A Proper Term—Mrs. Sprinky—Mrs. Foonster has a college professor to tutor her son and pays him an enormous salary. Mr. Sprinky—I'd call that hire educa- tion. —Town Topics. “Mais, puisque pourquoi n'e nt nd on est chawce.” A Practical View—“Why do you : Bu it yous bs hair tonic is as jee as all think so much of your honorary college Anl Iam willing 0 serve as an-awful’ degTeee It doesn’t. give you. ability, object lesson to lead others away from but it makes people think I have baldness." —Le Péle-Méle (Paris). some.” —Boston Transcript. comicbooks.com