Judge — November 9, 1918 — page 14: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

—— " REMEMBER, I remember, the house where I was born, I The smell of cakes and sausages that floated up at morn; They never came a wink too soon, nor were they stacked too high, And that those days wil! come again I ever vainly sigh. I remember, I remember, and it makes my sad heart ache, ‘The days when I was wont to wrap myself around a steak. The H. C. L, has changed all that, as if in merry jest; It put the tight in appetite, and Hoover did the rest. | | | Alike “Where do the motion-picture scenarioists get all their ideas?” “Well, judging from personal observations, I'd say from each other.” Drown by Wancen pe Mante I Remember © By Maper I. Crare I remember, I remember, the apple pie and mince, The jellies red and amber, the jams of plum and quince Again I see the pantry shelves on which my mother set The puddings and the fruit cake; I scem to smell ‘em yet. I remember (wish I didn’t), ‘gainst my pantry walls there leans Two bits of spuds, some cornmeal, and a half a pound of beans; It is the best that I can do, and yet it brings no joy To know I cannot get the grub I relished as a boy. Couldn't Stand That “Why did you get rid of your new clerk?” “Aw, he always had some girl calling on him at the office.” “Yes? “And never any good-looking ones.” ] | he Correspondent—Hey, At, Brinc Me a Brick! I’ve Gotta Have a Paperweicut! comicbooks.com