Judge — November 30, 1918 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Jupce pays $1 each mt eid and a PLOP and for original jokes sent by ation. public soldiers, sailors and marines | NG SVE * Two Short ) Ry Per, Eooan B. Curany, Army Service Dut OLS. M. Yr Q. M.D RECRUIT was reported by a non-com- missioned officer in charge of the canteen | for negligence in handling a shipment of Bevo. Brought up for trial, the Summary Court } Officer asked him how many bottles of the { beverage he had succeeded in breaking. The recruit looked up and in very meek tone replied: “Only ten, sir.” “Not cnough to make a case,” officer.“ Dismissed.” said the A Good Mixer By Por. Joscrm Li Gaaman, S00 Platoon, Co. D Eng AE. It happened in a training camp, where the new soldiers were being arranged in squads, as quickly O'Hara, a little Irishman, with an anxious eye, was discovered by the Commanding Officer, walking aimlessly along the rear of the company. C. O.—O’Hara, get in your squad immediately. O'Hara—Yes, sir. The minutes passed and O’Hara was still out of ranks. C. O.—O'Hara, didn’t 1 tell you to find your squad? What squad are you in, anyway? O'Hara (saluting) r, there are twenty-three seth U.S —d one of thim. | lod | Picket Duty | By Prt. Bansict Wisotsar, 1th Co. Taf Rep. & Tr. Troops: ; Camp Grant, Ul \ sergeant, in the Philippines, discov ering a colored sentry asleep on post, quietly took his rifle away, and notified the Officer of the Day. The sentry, who awoke as the O. D. approached, realized his predica- ; ment and desperately tearing a picket from a nearby fence, presented arms with the pole. The officer noticing the trick : asked the sentry his general orders, which he repeated fluently. O. D.—Now, V'll put you through the manual of arms. Left shoulder—arms. Right shoulder—arms. Port—arms. Order arms. When he finished, the sentry was greatly relieved; dreaded visions of the “can” were quickly disappearing when the O. D. sud- | denly bawled out: “ Inspection—arms! And the negro, answered: “Boss, this yere thing just naturally ain’t got no bolt!” all shriveled up, squads in the company, and Oi've been in every Draws by Rarwoxn H. Levers, 130k Aero Squadron, St. Pol, “The enemy's advance was completely repulsed and considerable Drawn by Patt. Haxsos, U.S. 8. Transport America M. P.—Get away from that winch! Colored Prisate—What's de madder with you? no women on dis boat, man! Da ain't This Week's $5 Prize Winner That M. P. Sleeve-Band By Reve J. Bran, 30% R. AL. Se Growpe, Colonne legere, S. P. 102, France EASANT (sceing for the first time one of the American Military Police)—Ok! what creat things the United States are doing ar! Eoen a Member of Parliament wearing khaki! No Entangling Alliances Ry Pov. B. Laat Newrow, &th Co., 152 D. B., Comp Upton, N.Y" A colored recruit who was being mustered in was asked jokingly by an officer if he was married. The reply was “No.” Then the officer queried: “Is your wife married?” “Not to me, mister.” Reported Out of Action quantity of his commissary supplies taken.” The Air Game hy Pavate J.D. MeMasten, U.S, Miami, Fla, HE finest game that I have found, The finest in the world, To watch the clouds go sizzin’ by, And see the earth unfurled. Neral To feel the motor kickin’ And the mad propeller’s whirl, And face a breeze that’s strong enough To make your eyebrows curl. To find a German in the clouds, And bang him with your gun, And see the beggar hesitate, thi Then turn his back and run. Ki No crawlin’ in the trenches, No bobbin’ round in ships, hy But playin’ up among the stars, A-turning spiral flips. ‘ iet His Dates sal By Por. Eooan B. Cueany, Army Service Dept. Q.M.D.US.M A» Weat Point, N.Y. 1 The recruit was being interviewed by the per- ser sonnel clerk, regarding his qualifications and 2 employment in civil life. After he had given his the interviewer a list of those for whom he had ae worked, and for how long, the sergeant, who had G overheard the conversation, said, “Hey, young fellow, you are cither forty-nine years of age or a lia Answered By Por. B, Lanz Newros, 8th Co., 152 D. B., Camp Uyton, N.Y “Who goes there?” The officer of the day looked with re: proach at the rookie guard, who failed to come to port arms. “Bonehead!” snapped the superior. “All right, Bonehead, advance to be recognized.” He Wasn't Bothered By Po, Cuanien Wars Fort A bugler moved into a tent at Fort Sill where lived a man who found it hard to arise in time for reveille. The bugler 3 apologized for his alarm clock which he 75 explained he needed to awaken him in time to play “I can’t get ‘em up, I can’t get ‘em up!” 8 “Oh, that’s all right,” answered \ the sleepy one, “we bad three ajarm bef clocks at home and I never heard any pair of 'em.” tale comicbooks.com