Judge — January 4, 1919 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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To and Fro—A French soldier, sta- tioned at the ob: 1 post on Mont- sec after it had been captured in the Mihiel drive, was lending his field gla g doughboy. He f t the 5 from that hill-top. ‘down there ran the ationed ever since ces of interest wi “See,” he said, sector in which I was the war began. Anda little further ba there is Commercy, where my home is. “T suppose you could get home, then in a while.” “Mais, oui, Monsieur. Once or twice a week ever since the war beg: “H—,” said the doughbe i, Ind his friend near by, ne in Se his own he Buddic,” he callec “here’s a guy what commutes to the war.” Stripes. —Stars an wonder- “You ¢ were under fire for Experienced— were fully steady whe the first tin “It’s no special credit to me, cap’n. I’m I’ve been a Maine ington Star. used to bein’ shot at guide most of my life.”"—IWa. Anticipated Him—* I dunno,” said the Billville matron, “jes why the preacher keeps sayin’ he’s ‘goin’ to run the devil out o’ town.’ My ole man jined the army a year ago! —Allanta Constitution. Economics His Worry nous serons en République, qui est qui nous b a republic who will boot us about?"—La Vict A Logical Inference—There’s noth ing to equal the Yankce sense of humor. One of the boys in the trenches, who has evidently been greatly troubled — by cooties, says he knows now why the pictures of Napoleon always show him with his hand inside his shirt.—Detroit Free Press. How It Was—*“ Where ja get all the scratches on yer face?” asked the Thin Ma Auto turned turtle,” replied the Fat Man. “Loose tire?” asked the Thin Man “Tight chauffeur,” replied the Fat Man.—Cincinnati E: irer. Turn About—Fred Jones, our worthy postman, has purchased an auto in which he carries the mails on weekdays and the females on Sunday.—Kansas City Jour Direction—" Does your wife drive car?” “Not exactly,” replied Mr. Chuggins “She doesn't do the actual work, but when she’s in the car she decides which way Washington Star it is going every time.” Brief—“ Did anybody comment on the way you handled your new car?” , “One man did, but he didn’t say much.” “What did Fe say?” “All he more Ami 1 was S5o and costs.” B ican. Not Much More To Do—* What is this curious looking place?” “This is a junk yard for dismantled automol Cars are brought here to be scrapped “T see,” “But quite often a car is found at the bottom of a viaduct or jammed into a telegraph pole that merely requires a tap or two of a hammer to complete th scrapping process.”—Birmingham Age Herald. Clever Hubby—“So your wife has stopped bothering you for an automo- bile.” “Yes; I tipped off a seer she patron- izes to warn her against ever riding in one.” —Boston Transcript. The Mechanical Existence—* You don’t seem to have as much trouble with horse thieves as in the old days.” “No,” sighed Cactus Joe. “Ain't it awful how the automobile has took the poetry out of life?”—Washington Star Traffic Requirements—‘Why are you driving a mule instead of a horse these days?” “T had to have something that could hon! Kansas City Journal. “comicbooks.com