Judge — December 28, 1918 — page 25: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

December 28, 1918 Some Salute! hy Puriye Caper 8. W. Done, Squadron 9, Camp Dick, Texas T one of the army posts in the West a sentry was posted on a large hay-rick to look out for fires. One day the Inspector General appeared at the post and seeing this immense hay-rick rode over to it. This day the sentry was a negro from Georgia and he was lying down with his hat over one eye and his blouse unbuttoned—taking life easy. When the General caught sight of him, he shouted: “Who are you and what are you doing up there?” “TL guess I’se some kind of a watchman,” re- plied the negro. “Who're you?” The general, appreciating that this was not impertinence, replied: “T guess Lam some kind of an Inspector Gen- eral.” My Gawd!” said the negro, standing up on the shifty hay and trying to button his blouse. straighten his hat and come to attention at the same time, “I guess I'd better be givin’ you some kinda salute.” Same as at Home rt. Camm Bamivere, Ft, Bay: P. bring us some n On His Mind Ry Por, Cuarmas S. Hooe, It Co., ( 1.0, Ft. Adama, ROL. Private Williams was always present at mail call to receive his daily perfumed missive, but one day, thinking to have alittle fun. the clerk reversed the proceed ings and read the return ad Miss Annie Smith——" Private Williams yelled dress, “Here,” immediately In the Teeth of the Kale Ay R. Srasceraxn, U.S. 8. Rhode Leland An ensign newly on the ship, while standing watch on deck, ‘phoned down to the bridge “Bridge, Bridge, I called you twice. Why did you not an swer?”” Man on Bridge—Well, what do you want? Ens: Seaweed — seaweed dead ahead. Drawn by Pave J. Hasson, - America Asoruex Reasox Way Tuey Make "Es So Wine With the Stars By Por. Jones Gawerie, Wissahickon Barracks, Cape May, N. J. Lam on sentry go. And the night is filled with sta I wonder what May is doing? And if she still wears my ring? How beautiful the stars are! And how rotten the chow was tonight! The air is like a draught of wine, And the mosquitoes like a million devi From afar comes the scent of clover And new mown hay My feet are wet, and I will have rheumatism. And chilblains before morning. But the stars are beautiful! tiful! As bright as May’s eyes—and as cold The O. D. is trying to catch me napping— The same old stall. Oh, H—1 A Foot-Note to History — My God, how beau- Not in the Family Ry Cart, SOM, Ponsen, U. HE colonel of a regiment of colored troops on being passed by an enlisted darky, was not saluted. Believing that the neglect in saluting ] was due to lack of instruction, he called theatten- tion of the man’s captain to the matter. The captain had the dusky soldier brought before him and asked him if he did not understand the regu- lations about saluting, to which the ebony one replic “Yas, sah; I knows "bout salutin’ and [ salutes you, and Mars Jim, and Mars Tom, but they’s one man about this here camp with a couple o° tin chickens on his shoulder a-tryin’ to bait us niggahs an’ de next time I sces him I'se goin’ to tear dem right offen him.” Bulls on the Briny Ry Laer. HW. P. Poon, Tank Corps, A BF. The following landlubberisms were overheard aboard ship on the way over. Officer watching the other ships of the convoy, “Oh, look at that ship with four chimneys on it!” Sergeant reporting to the officer of the guard after having posted his relief on the hurricane deck: “Sir, the guard is posted on the roof Officer spying open port hole, hurriedly France celled: “Hey you, down there, close that loop hole.”” Relic Hunters Marty Reatanks—When the Marines gathered up Hun helmets for souveniss, they took good care to have the owners inside.” Why Ships Are Feminine Hy Por. J.D. McMasren, U.S. Neral fir Station, Miami, Fla The longer that I am in the (Wann Aweew ATOKA SQUAWKE navy the greater grows on me the AT? THar Sutte / CAN'T Gore J UNLESS ITS IN Mucu Avo Asout Nawrtuin! ) realization of how much girls resemble ships. Now I know why all vessels are feminine. First, there are the battleship girls—huge, broad of beam, pon- derous, and powerful. You understand,—the sort of girl you like to see other people dance with Then there are the girls who are like cruisers. They are built on slight lines, quick, agi! most thin; the kind of girl who, with a paring here might almost be called skinny Of course there are the girls who correspond to the battle cruisers. Picture them yourself. And there are the short, snub- nosed sort, who would be trawlers, if they were ships, and the in- describable creatures who, like the transports, carry you away. comicbooks.com