Judge — January 18, 1919 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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

—_ “Forever Arter” Her Morner—Sixteen last January. A pretty time for such nonsense! Her Fatuer—Yes—si a pretty time—for nonsense. From “Ticer! Ticer!” Nothing is more annoy- ing to a lady, after she has been adopted by a trio of indulgent codgers, than to receive a visit from a social- st ly impossible person like Mail Chorus from Benny the Duck, who uses “Tye Berrer°OLe” @ pistol as a calling card. “Wesoldiersall think that out’ere at the front Of this blinking old war weis bearing the brunt. But what of the blokes as is dressed up in blue, They’re ’aving their troubles at sea—not arf too, Cuive—Whata funny scent! Whatisit? For the dangers they braves with them darned Satty—The chemist called it by some U-boat tricks Frenchified name. Sixpence I paid for Does they get all the ’apence? Napoo, they it. Rather nice, I think, don’t you? gets kicks.” comicbooks.com