Judge — January 18, 1919 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Inspiration By C. Buytne Suexwoon Alt bife is Poesy . and Provencal Song. Every day A Ballad Every hour... A Lyric Every moment An Ode. ore: could write a poem About Drown The . . . drilling machine In the dentist’s office Willie, if you had been And... call it what would you have done “With Apologies to Dante’s Inferno.” AnH. Waco “Then Cold and Clammy “Pop, what do we mean by a non-conductor of heat?” *A steam radiator, my son. Restrictions Off: “Uncle” Walt's Exclusive Week OW the ban has been removed from the things that Hoover hooved; if we have the price we may eat all kinds of things today, and our stomachs we may fill with wheat bread, already still. To the cookshop we repair-and con- sume the doughnuts there, and no finger points with scorn, and the welkin ‘is not torn by the voice ef angry dame, crying “Slacker!” and “For shame But the ban remains, no doubt, on such German things as kraut. Years, me- thinks, must pass away, ere we will behold a jay, del “vate or guy or scout, with the nerve to tackle kraut. It’s a pleasant thing to feel we may order pork or veal, anything: we wish to eat, elephant or walrus meat. All the sugar we could wish is in the accus- tomed dish. Nothing's lack- ing, nothing’s missed; there is no one to insist on the slogans we abhor, such as “Spuds will win the war!” We may eat our fill of spuds, wash them down with costly suds, and no patriot will rise with hot passion in his s, to denounce us for the same, crying ‘Slacker!’ Drawn by E. Prous and “For shame!” “Ir’s a Preasas Tue Spirit or te Times grown up France to fight, of course.” ou can kiss me and we Hard Hit HE crown prince bore himself with remarkable fortitude as he read the detailed terms of the Allies’ de: mands. But all at once his face paled and he uttered a low cry, “Oh, papa,” he groaned, turn ing his streaming eyes toward the kaiser, “can nothing be done to avert this cruel crime?”” “Which one?” the kaiser mut- tered. “The crime,” sobbed the crown prince, “of taking from me all the art treasures I gathered with so much labor from the galleries of France and Belgium man during the war, The Peril of a Soldier's Bride She watched him taste the pic Then, as he put down his fork, she hid her face on the table and wept “I know what you are thinking, John,” she sobbed. “It isn’t as good as the Salvation Army used to make!” by Walt Mason Message to Judge Broken are the bonds and chains; but the ban no doubt remains on Limburger cheese and things favored by the Teuton kings. If the loyal voter sees some one eat that form of cheese, there will promptly be a scrap, and a badly damaged map. Some restrictions still hold good, though it may be understood that official bans are killed, for our guidance no more billed. Some restrictions still must hold, and that manis weirdly bold who will sit around at ease. eating of Limburger cheese Hoover rears up high and cries, “Fill yourselves with portly pies! Come, my children, bless your hearts, here are angel cake and tarts! Eat whatever seemeth best, for the ban’s knocked galley west, and | thank you one and all, fat and slender, great and small, for the way you cut out things, when we made our war on kings!” Thus we see the bars are down; we may comb the blooming town for the luxu- ries we like, and no brick our domes will strike. . But the ban remains, gadzooks, (though it’s not set down in books), still remains, as at the first, on re eng + Tuixc To Feet We May Oxper Porx ox Veat” such things as liverwurst comicbooks.com } ;