Judge — November 9, 1918 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Doing Their Bit: by Walt Mason = HE hens are laying daily, to help the war along, and they are cackling gayly a loud triumphant song. The roosters, too, are crowing, it’s what their lungs are for; and all of them are knowing that eggs will win the war. Oh, patriotic chickens! Their racketings denote they'll labor like the dickens to get the kaiser’s goat. ig It seems to me all crit- || ters are straining nerve and thew to pass along the 1, |) pails. They come when ule stars are rising, from meadow, glen and tor, for well they're realizing that milk will win the war. The pigs out there are squealing for swill, and still more swill; they have that loyal feeling, and want to squelch Red Bill. This thought they seem to cherish, as to their troughs they wend: “The sooner that we perish, the sooner war will end. We want to help to flatten the kaiser and his bunch; to do that we must fatten, so bring along the lunch. bitters to Wilhelm and his I crew. tite Drown by Guast Hastros The cows, with instinct broader than anyone would dream, now hunt the kind of fodder that turns out milk and cream. At dusk, with wholesome grub full, to barnyards they cavort, and give about a tubful, where once they gave a_quart. Alas, for Kaiser Billy when all the oe sim cows combine to knock the tyrant silly so he'll take in his sign! The cows at eve are comi -switching of their tails, to send the milk a-humming into the milking Ir Sees to Me Att Carrrers Ane Srratsine Neve t : ¢ ano THew ing lard, to furnish which Our boys are needing bacon, our boys are n we're achin’ for death, though death is hard. Bring on the corn and barley, the boiled excelsior, to do up Bill and Charley—for pork will win the war.” It seems to me all critters are doing what they can to pass along the bitters to Prussia’s batty man. Per- haps I’m only dreaming, perhaps I am insane, but it’s a pleasant seeming for one to entertain. SEAT wen by Catvent Surri The Champion Long Distance Dicer—Bec Parvon! But Wuere Am I? comicbooks.com