Judge — December 28, 1918 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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FSS ary Se” - Sa ‘Teat Strategic Advantage Ry Laevt. Srermes Comsteit, 0.1. T.C., Field Artillery, ABP Pre A MAJOR, attired in his raincoat, was cross ing the parade ground one rainy morning when a young medical officer, hastening toward shelter, came past and saluted without slowing down. “Wait there a minute, lieutenant,” called the major. “Never salute when at the double time. Strictly against regulations.” With that, the major launched out upon a long lecture on the significance and value of the salute, while the lieutenant, now standing stiffly at attention, was drenched to the skin A few days later, the major was afflicted with toothache and sought the services of a dental surgeon. As he reclined in the chair, he thought he detected a peculiar expression of satisfaction on the young dentist's face. “Look here,” he said suddenly seen you before?” “Yes, sir,” was the answer, “you were speak- ing to me the other morning about saluting “Great Scott!’ yelled the major, leaping from the chair and starting for the door, “I've had some close calls in my time, but never any- thing to compare with this one. “Haven't I Wrist Duty By Hexay M. Dens, U.S. S. Prair Gob (to O. D.)—May I have permission to go over to the Y. M. C. A., sir? O. D.—Have you a watch? Gob—Yes, sir. O. D.—What is it? Gob—A Waltham, sir. Monsieur Rastus By Por, Fo. A. Brase, Co. A, 188th Inf. A. BP American Negro Private (to French Colonial negro private)—Nigger, how long has you been over here? No answer. Nigger, how long has you been over here?” Again no answer. This Week’s Best Soldier Joke On the Tear Ry Bove Loris W tat Ord. Supply Co., Camp K J N Irish rookie much “ Red MP. and b Here's a Spicy One Ry Per. Fuasets McCantuy, Base Hospital, Brownsrille, Trras , What are ‘seasoned troops “Those that have ‘pep’ and ‘ginger’ in ‘ein, I suppose.” Collecting Trouble By Curax Puask Bantuouowew, Co, E, Hilger, Coreallin, Ore. The negro sergeant had the latest bunch of recruits lined up for initial drill “Now,” he said, “every numbah foah man in the front rank will be co’poral. De co'porals will now pass around de hat, an’ all you niggahs will drop in yo’ razzahs. We ain't goin’ have no argyfyin’ ovah who's boss durin’ dis drill period.” tr must 08 poetry youn on Te reLiees WHO WAVE ONLY fe -peivares*roe RIEND - MAJOR woorer! a JUDGE Deck Mid the Foam Ky T. Wanay Tuompsox, Naval Aircraft Factory, Philadel phia S the last note of Taps cut the night air and the inexorable Lights Out enshrouded the camp with the black mantle of night, a fresh young rookie bawled out, in the most captainish basso he could assume, “As you were, Bugler, I'm all lathered for a shave.” The Quest of Comfort Bg Por, Fussers McCanray, Base Hospital, Brownsville, Terror Headmaster—Well, O’Brien, what are you do- ing out of bed? O'Brien—I just got out to tuck myself in, sir. Oh, Doctor! Ky Corus Paase Bawrnouownw, Co, E, Hdgr.. Coreallis, Ore. “T want some intelligent’ men as hospital orderlies,” announced Lieutenant Worley. “Any pharmacists in the company.” A flaxen-haired individual shuffled forward “Ye gods!” said the lieutenant, “are you a pharmacist? “Shure ay bane pharmersis” was the indig- nant reply. “Vy, ay bane work on pharm all mae life! Variety Is the Spice of Life By Corp. W. N. Jones, Gnd Machine Gun Bn., Quantico, It was his first day as a boot, and he was h: ing a tough job executing orders. ‘The sergeant, considerably exasperated, yelled: Say, what did you do on the out- side: “T was a bookkeeper, sir.” “IT thought so,” the sergeant com- mented. The next morning, after a series of fizzles, the company’s commander again picked him out. With emphasi Jong has yi “T said, nigger, how u been over here?” Colonial Negro—Parlez-vous francais? American Private—Oh, nigger, you ain’t been over here that long! Drawn by Geo. A. Fru, Car y Just Arrer Biccs Hap Beex Mane a Finst-Ciass Private boot, “Say, you, what did you do on the outside?” “T was an electrician, sir,” was the re- sponse. “Eh?” the sergeant said. “I thought you told me yesterday you were a book- keeper.” “I was, sir,” replied the unabashed “But I got another job.” ther plie« T imp era the strai sam som comicbooks.com