Judge — November 9, 1918 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Hunger Breeds Wild Imaginings \ on, from Kladder wful blockade of New \ I ‘This characteristically of news was conveyed to E :) ' DOMESTIC i] The Whole Family Mother cannot play the piane what we say, We never can coax her to go intoacabaret, She cannot play a game of whist, at cards she makes no hit, But she is there in cooking, and she can sew and knit. dno matter Father He cannot play a game of ball, at bil- liards he’s a joke, . He cannot sing the latest songs, for if he did we'd choke, He cannot even drive a Ford, such things he doesn’t know, But he can work the whole day long, and make a lot of dough. The Rest of the Family The ukulele we can play, the piano it’s a pipe, And we can sing the latest songs, and do all dances right, And baseball, football, other games, for us they all were mea But when it comes to working, we cannot Roller Monthly. earn a cent Why She Waited—Mr. Flathush— I wish you wouldn’t spend so much of your time in department stores, dear. Mrs. Flatbush—Good gracious! You wouldn't have me come away without my change, would you?—Yonkers States- man. A Winner—* My wife manages nicely on the alimony she gets.” “Why, you amaze me you were separated.” “Wearen't. I refer to the alimony she wins at bridge from Mrs. de Vorsay.”— I didn’t know Boston Transcript. The Right View—Mrs. Snobson—My dear, you don’t really mean to say you darn your husband's hose? Mrs. Wright—Oi course 1do. Ifa man foots his wife’s bis, she should at least be willing to foot his stockings.—San Francisco Argonaut. Marked Down—“In the afternoon Bargin’s store serves tea to its cus- tomers.” “Five o'clock ?” “No, 4.58." —Brooklyn E Saving His Strength—* Jenny,” said a Northumberland farmer to his wife “tha never put me any sugar in mi tay this mornin’.”” “Eh, Tom,” said Jenny,“an’ it will often occur while we hey such scanty rations,” “Well,” said Tom, “when it happens again, tha mun let me know.” “Still, Tom,” argued Jenny, “where ignorance is bliss ’tis folly to be wise.” “Bliss be blowed,” said Tom,”"aw’m noan gooin’ to waste my strength stirring up tay when I don’t need to!"’—Pearson’s Weekly. The Higher the Fewer ‘ons absolument ménager nos ti. Pourcu que l'on ne réduise pas la longueur de mon u “Just so they we'll have to go the limit in conserving wool don’t reduce the length of my uniform. La Batonnette (Paris) comicbooks.com