Judge — November 16, 1918 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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Slightly Damaged Had To Be Shown—" Our shipbuild ing program was in a bad way, but Charlie Schwab has given it a helping hand.” The speaker was Stanley Hawkins director of camp singing’ in Camp Dix. He went on “Yes. Schwab has helped shipbuilding as eflicaciously as the pretty girl helped her bashful adorer, “As girl and adorer sat on the beach in the moonlight side by side, the young man said: Is your little Pekinese affection- ate?’ fiectionate? Indeed he is!’ girl replied. ‘Here, Fido! Come here show Tom Jones how to kiss me.” Detroit Free Press. Eloquent Speeches—War Corre spondent Raymond G. Carroll, at a Ger man prison camp in France, nodded to wards a group of one-legged German pris- oners. Each one of those cut-off legs,” he said, “is a speech against the kaiser and militarism.” “A. speech,” said an English corre spondent, puzzled. “Yes,” said Mr. Carroll. speech. The Englishman is still puzzled. Pearson's Weekly. “A stump A Home for a Cave—Sir George Cave, the British Home Sccretary, tells the following yarn regarding a namesake of his—Cave-Browne-Cave, who came into prominence some years ago as the “cowboy baronet.” A certain Mr. Home, addressing one of the American Cave-Browne-Ca casu- ally dropped two-thirds of the name, and was promptly reprimanded with the remark: old chap, don’t call me Cave— my name is Cave-Browne-Cave.”” Mr. Home apologized, but did not for- get. And a little later, when Mr. Cav Browne-Cave began a remark with Home—" the other said: “Don't call me Home, old chap—I prefer to be called Home-Sweet-Home.”” —London Tit-Bits say, Wow!—Now that Doc Davis has fin- ished his revelations, the kaiser may real- ize how sharper than an ulcerated tooth it is to have a thankless dentist. We should have liked to have held the Doc’s job and, when it appeared necessary to draw the kaiserliche molar, warble as we closed down on the forceps, “The yanks are coming, the yanks are coming!” Chicago Exening Post Royal Sport—‘Where’s the crown prince?” asked the kaiser, rousing him self from profound meditation. He’s in the courtyard of the palace, majesty, kicking one of his grooms around."’ Tis well. In. trying times like these the poor boy must have some relaxation.” —Birmingham Age-Herald Not So Sulphurious comicbooks.com