Judge — November 9, 1918 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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} ; 1 for publication, and each Teat andl Deck: Wheezes Lilitagy and Naval Jupce pays $1 each for original jokes by soldiers, sailors and mari chk $5 ts awarded for the best original jok ines accepted bth Obee Zachary By Awrace L. Boren Cam) my, this rookie was a Before entering the a peaceful lad, but rising at 5:15 a. m. went again his principles. On this particular morning, as he fell in line by the light of the full moon, his bunkie heard him mutter “It's clear to me now that long ago?” Bu (puzzled) —What’s clear to you now? Rookie—The reason why all the great battles begin at daybreak Bunkie—Why? Rookie—Because when men have to get up at that time they feel so much like fighting. Why didn’t I think of Think of His Feelings WOT THH 2} _- Dracn by 3. L. Batonroa, Seaman, U.S. N. Communication Near-sighted, oh » love to assi: Innocent Mar sentiment expre ed above.) Feminine Favor By Exaicx I A first lieutenant was visiting a friend who was not as yet in the service, the reason being mainly a little three-year-old. The lieutenant was holding that personage on his new fifty- dollar serge lap and the little miss wriggled down. “Emme down, ’emme down!” He let her down and after a few steps she turned back as if undecided. He followed his advantage “Here, little girlie, come back through looking at you yet. “Yeh, but I’se froo ‘ooking at ‘oo, sodjer man! FE. Saspems, (8. N Tam not » | do Tk spe a it! (Aho Reciprocity Drawn by Conv. WC. Bas 20 Ordnance Depo Camp Mel T'll swap that ma twill fit you—w ize slick: ha say?” This Week's $5 Prize Winner His Not to Reason Why By Patvare M. J. Hoames, Base Hospital Detachment, Camp Greene, N.C reeruits were in line for their ‘onsisted of f slum (beef stew) In order the impatient mess you fellows, shake embryo soldiers p' “Come on, of the sergeant ¢ Fromediaut - Ze RS ae TS ee en f Saw tent FIRST. | f. Draven by Prt. Int Hevpensox, §72nd Engineers, Washington, D.C. “Tuar Aserican Spier” A Sick Man Ry Puvare Hoxnexr J. Maccune ay, Clasrifeation Board, Camp ike, Ad Every man in the service knows the possible results of a typhoid serum injection—through if not through actual experience. Private second observation, They can understand therefore why Tubbs was moaning the night of his “shot.” Groan after groan gave voice to the darkness, instead of the usual snores. Finally some of the less patient began to direct withering sms in the direction of the disturbing sounds. Shut up down there!” How did that woman get in here?” Somebody put a muffler on that lily-livered roughneck!” “Fellows,” responded the sufferer, pathetically, “T’ma sick man. I’m telling you—there’s been many a man died feeling better than I do.” With a Mill's Grenade sar 7, 1 pulled this pin out an’ let the Wor'll I do now? Just a Private s Leste B. Saxman, 0S. N A little Southern débutante was enter- taining a lad from the land of corn and cattle. She was discussing American ar- istocracy and her grandfather’s part in the “And grandfather, too, was in the struggle with my Dixieland?” you say, Corporal, that your “Yes, ma'am.” “Oh, yes; and was he an officer?” dhe run ged all over “Naw, he was a buck priv three perfectly good officers ra your Dixieland.” te comicbooks.com