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or st Pp it January 25, 1919 y 2 um | | TENT AND DECK | ] Continued from Opposite Page t a nmmcesman nal Mustered Out Whoop! | Brighery/g A Wonderful V By Courts C. Saxps, U.S. S. Powhatan OE of the lookouts on watch sighted a float- ing object bearing away about 310° and this is how he reported it Rookie—On the bridge! Bridge—On the bridge. Rookie—Floating object, 310 degrees! Bridge—How far? Rookie—About 200 miles. Bridge—You have good eyesight; do you sce New York? Rookie—Gee whiz! is the rottenest place on earth for a camp. Why, it’s hot enough here to make a man roast to death in a few months. Sergeant—Aw, shut up, you. all my life, and I’m not roasted y Rookie—No, but you're mighty hard boiled. I've lived here A Concession to Propriety By Rov Temeue Howse, ¥. M,C. A. Hdgre., Ft. Sill, Oba. A man attempting to enlist in Oklahoma City disclosed on his forearm the tattooed figure of a scantily attired woman. “You can’t get into the army with that thing on your arm,” said the military policeman on duty. “That woman must have some more clothes on.”” A few hours later the man reappeared and exhibited his arm again. Carefully tattooed about the woman’s body was a barrel. Ry Per. Ew. Hours | Nownts, Ft. Ogicthorpe, Ga, Soldier—There goes “The Call of the Wild.” "Nother One What's that? “The mess call!” Too Fanciful » J. Scuwanrz, US. ub-Chaser No. A rookie had been sent to the crow’s- nest with instruc- tions to report all objects. Later while passing a few ships this ensued: Officer—Lookout? Lookout—Hello! What do you The Pleasures of Life Corstens " ENED people always have recognized the health-value of “Clean teeth. Today they are more necessary than ever—for social and business success—for personal health and efficiency—for full enjoyment of The Pleasures of Life. For more than 68 years—since 1850—people have learned, through using Dentifrice, that a tooth paste may be efficient, ex- Dr. Sheffield tripled we cou c ient e.even with owl. ‘ edge and expe Send tocin stamps fora FIRGRT si , medium-size tube, or 25¢ 3 for full size. Note how = sei paca Sf pleasantly and thoroughly “Ships and buoys this exquisite dentifrice and lots of things.” |] Denuitier Company att : “Come down im- Canal St., New York City + é mediately.” | a = On Both Feet Kitchen Police Stuff By Pvt. Lovws 8. Cones, Camp Greene, N.C. By Pvt. Jacon Hoawnen, U.S. A soldier (to civilian)—Say, Harold, how did you O you know,” said a young lady to a and in the draft? soldier, “the boys ought to make good Harold—Flatfooted. husbands after they get out of the army. They'll know how to cook, wash, scrub, bake and be Train But No More Training able to perform all household duties with great skill.” “Make good husbands?” answered the soldier. “You bet they will. They'll be able to tell their wives how things ought to be done.” Drawn by Pave J. Haxsox, “A Oxe-way Ticket Home, Can click and scrape. And hanging high A corner arc-light greets th A passing car with its clanging bell, And other signs that clearly tell Of a town that’s living and up-to-date, With railroad yards and a puffing freight; | Or an auto horn and a motor’s pant | Or a good square meal in a restaurant; | Or a little girl with a smiling face In a summer frock of frills and lace, ] On a shady seat in the park some day, While the band concert is under way; Or a table green in a billiard hall, With a perfect cue and an ivory ball; Or an open fire and a story book, Or else a bunch in a quiet nook In a game of Black-Jack, pitch or stud— Or anything else than Flanders Mud! S. America. Prease!"” Mud By Prt. Lawnesce piszoe Coxwotty, Bat. Ay Huth Fo AW ELF, France I sometimes dies of an asphalt street And a concrete pavement where my feet comicbooks.com