Judge — November 9, 1918 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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) a” 2S eee SY C8 Se 2S. SS ee SS Drown by Ress Westoven A Motuer’s “Scrap” Book His Expectation B Toss P. Morcan “TY NOWING that faith will move mountains,” s ing the contented looking occupant of a stalled motor car, faith that if you sit there long enough you will be pulled addres doubt you hav out of the mu “Yes,” was the placid reply. “As the honest yeoman who dwelleth on the farmstead around the bend yonder observed me coming this way, and as a bypasser has just told me that he perpetually keeps in this condition this hole in the road for the purpose of catching us gol-rammed city fellers, and, furthermore, as he turned and started for his barn when he saw me pass, I confidently expect him at any moment to turn the corner with a team of able-bodied mules and drag me out onto terra firma, and collect his regular charge of three dollars therefor.” An Autumn’s Answer By Cuxtos Scortarp E met—'twas in the heart of summer, In summer by the shingly shore; Her gowns, how well they did become her, Aye, every dainty gown she wore! A golden glamour seemed to fold her; Indeed, I wondered had she wings; Ere many weeks had passed I told her— Forsooth, I told her many things! We golfed, we tennised and we boated; We trod the bypaths ‘neath the pine; I swore that I was “her devoted,” And she declared that she was mine. Above the sea, on mossy ledges, We watched the surges green and blue; There we exchanged impassioned pledges To be forever, ever true. Now maple boughs are crimson tinted, And elm-trees prink in russet gown, And lovely linden-gold is minted, Today I called on her in town. When happily I chanced to find her, And murmured what I hoped might be, She answered thus my soft reminder— Twas only camouflage!" said she. j 2a. se JR. tut p Drawn by Joux Hexo, Jn. Awful! y Boxsarorer Brown “MOU must have seen some perfectly dread- ful sights at the Front,” remarked Miss Faintleigh; “I heard a lieutenant tell of a shell bursting among a group of twenty Germans.” “Well, I seen a worse sight than that,” sighed the Sergeant. ‘I was once in an O Pip looking down on the enemy trenches, and by and by up comes a boche working party of about a hundred and starts to work behind their fire trench, right out in the open. Well, I knows the position to the length of my lan- yard, so I signals the heavies to let ’em have it, and they promptly drops a couple of nine- inch shells plump in the middle of the bunch—” “Oh,” gasped Miss Faintleigh, “how hor- rible! But I know it was your duty. Goon.” “The rest is almost too awful to tell,” continued the Sergeant, “and I hope I'll never see the like again.” “Were they all killed?” “Not even scratched. Both them shells was duds.” “I have the honor to report that I have sunk an enemy U-boat. A direct hit on the conning tower and she sank and a bit of oil came to the surface.” “But, where is baby?” “Why, she is the enemy U-Boat.” 4 | comicbooks.com