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i mcintamtit Following Impulse—The cinema di- rector was having trouble in getting one of the scenes right. The girl was sup- posed to resist an attempt to kiss her, but the rehearsal ‘ar from satisfactory. “Think, now,” said the director, coach- ing her, “haven't you ever tried to stop a young man from kissing you?” “No,” was the girl’s frank reply.— London Tit-Bits. Better for the Nerves—“ Do you en- joy educative films?” “Yes, indeed,” replied the old-fash- ioned man. “It’s a positive relief to me to see pictures of a great industrial plant in operation, assured that no villain is going to appear on the scene and concoct a fiendish plot to get the fair heroine caught in the machinery.” —Birmingham Age-Herald. DOCTORS No Hope—‘‘Can the doctors give the relatives of that rich man no hope?” “None whatever. They say he is likely to live for ii American. Professional Abstraction — “There goes one of our most noted surgeons.” “He seems absent-minded.” “So he does. He looks as if he might have mislaid an appendix somewhere.” —Birmingham Age-Herald. Short Tether—Wife—Oh, Doctor, Benjamin seems to be wandering in his mind Doctor (who knows Benjamin)—Don’t trouble about that—he can’t go far.— Medical Pickwick. Have You Ever Said the Same?— “Take this medicine,” said the young doctor. “If it doesn’t cure you, come back in a few days and I shall give you something that will.’ The patient pocketed the dope reluctantly. In a few moments he returned. “If you don’t mind, Doc, I'll take some of that that will cure me right away.”—Journal of the American Medical Association. The Sliding Scale ‘one guinea Visitor—Thanks. But might I, do you think, have a look at the one in which Robinson, or Jones, or Smith put up when down this way?—Passing Show (London). Easy to Prescribe For—Druggist— What did that man want? Clerk—He wanted something for the grip. Druggist—What did you give him? Clerk—Don't know; didn't look. Everything is good for the grip.—Detroit Free Press. Ups and Downs of a Soldier's Life The man who took the wrong escalator. Why 426,650 Pte. Brown overstayed his leave.—Saturday Journal (London). ts EN WET AND DRY Relatively Speaking—Earnest In- quirer (collecting statistics for a work on temperance)—And how many glasses of beer would you—er—consume ina day? he Person—Well, I can’t say, guv’nor. Some days I ’as about twenty or thirty, an’ then again, another day, perhaps I might ‘ave quite a lot.—Galreston News. Open Confession is Good for the Soul—Surgeon’s instrument case lost in some saloon. Reward. Dr. H. E. Lebel. 1227 Hennepin.—Classified Ad in Minne- apolis Tribune. The Retiring Sort—“It isr’t human nature to shun publicity,” said the pompous ¢ “That depends on the kind of business a person happens to be engaged in,” said the thoughtful man. “We have some prosperous bootleggers in this town who hate the very thought of publicity.” —Birmingham Age-Herald. n. A Realization—“How’s prohibition workin’ in Crimson Gulch?” “All right,” replied Three-Finger Sam. “The boys are beginnin’ to realize that a man’s conversation is jes’ as inter’stin’ when he’s sober an’ a heap more reliable.” —Washington Star. comicbooks.com