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A Treat in Store By H.G. Ruoaves HE following books will shortly be published in the glorious Germhun language: 1. Germany and the Lost War, or Moral Victory, By Von Blowhardi. 2. The Way to Hackaway: through, By Gen. von Windybag. 3- The German Point of View (100 vols, weight 20 tons), By Beerman von Hollokeg. 4. The Magnanimous German Navy, By Admiral Von Giblitz. 5. Wilson’s Duplicity, or a False Friend, By von Bienstork (late Conspirator to U.S. A.) 6. How I Dreamt that I Was a Soldier, By The Uncrowned Dunce. 7. An Innocent Abroad, By The Allhidingest. Love’s Labor Lost ETTY was a little love and very charm- ing; also a co-ed. The first thing she was told to do when she appeared as a volunteer nurse at the University of California barracks during the recent epidemic was to wash the faces of twenty-five “flu” cases down the hall. The first “case” acted rather queer, but it’ was Betty’s initial experience, so she heroically toiled on, the remaining patients being, however, as docile as baby lambs. As she left the room with her parapher- nalia a wild shrick arose that was heard all over the campus. Betty had solemnly, piously washed the faces of twenty-five husky soldiers of Uncle Sam who were themselves volunteer nurses just off night duty! i | ne Drown by Rowrar A. Guaxy Still, Most Physicians Have Been Busy N Illinois physician who had_ motored into an Ohio town found the negro porter standing back of the machine laughing. “What's the jok owner. “Nuthin, ain’t you? inquired the boss, but you're a doctor, “T thought so when I saw that Red Cross on the front of your car. But if T owned that machine, I’d sholy take that sign off the back.” The doctor walked around to the rear and looked at his license tag. It read, “* 46,000 III.” “War Orvers” comicbooks.com i I