Judge, 1919-06-28 · page 18 of 37
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are Giving Him the Go-by Welcomed— Charles W. strapping young fellow. Probably he was undersized and over-weight—he tipped the scales about two hundred 3 es was a 2 inches in pounds, and was 5 teet e. One day he went into Worm. office and was looking at the tape iv 1 not sta ser’ when Isidore came out from the ates, Whom he den, saw young know, and asked “Vhat righd have you to come into a chentleman’s office like dis mitoudt be ing yunced?”” Charlie replied, “My father said I could come into any office in Wall Street and tape. It’s quite a permissiMe look at thing to d Isidore, facing him, demanded, “Wh iss your vader?” and the young man torted, “John W. Gates.” Immediately becoming apologetic Wormser said, ‘Excuse me, I could see you by dese lights” (of eight wind facing Broad Street), and he solicitous! inquired, “ How’s vader, how’s mudder? ang pushing Gates toward a chair added, it down and have a cigar.”—Wall Street Magazine. Harry Lauder’s Tribute—With no touch of the customary humor, Harry Lauder culogized Mr. Roosevelt as a lampligh lighting on where he down the up into the nigh lamplighter."—. rid,” hes 1 I cou tt mourns Mr. It is not the United States Roosevelt, but the s ‘Il once r. He went dow watched a he avenue and as the gloaming came m no me was all the tin street a new light would flicker Mr. Roosevelt was a ew York Sun. but I knew ce because way The Ghost Will Walk First Actor—Hellk ser H drawing well? Bette fr race! How's the d better! Last w was packed!— h an Individual Chance—*Ah, waiter, tell me, are the oysters good. “The ones I ate were, mister, but I don’t know how you're going to tell whether or not one oyster is good by cating another.""—Detroit Free Press. The Balanced Ration—“ Pickles and charlotte hey? These women give some queer orders. don’t they?” “Yes, sir,” assented the iter. “What's yours?” “Piece of hot mince tions of ice cream on it. Journal. russe with two por- Kansas City Feeding I never ate a fried whale steak, A planked or pickled rattlesnake, sarboiled ape; I've never tasted Ie But if ‘twill help to bring food down, V'll eat hoot-owl and never frown, Or prairie dog, that’s nicely brov’n, If profiteers ‘twill cure. Medicine Lodge (K no epicu Its Place— ato seeds in ketchup, so Everything in People don’t want tc we squeeze out the seeds. “And what do you do with the se “Put them in raspberry jam. it look more natural like and tasty.”— Kansas City Journal. Ouch!—The grocer saw his best cus- tomer was a bit ruffled over something, so strove to be extra obliging and pleas ant. “T think, said blandly getting cheaper. For ance, a year ago them eggs would have cost you five cents ‘living is year ago," said the customer, “when these eggs were fresh, they would ve been worth more.” Philadelphia lrening Bulletin Choo-Choo—" Have you ever tried to masticate your food thoroughly?” asked the doctor of his patient. “I did once on a railroad dining car,” replied the thin man. “I was chewing ata mile a minute.”— Yonkers Statesman See-Saw Stuff—“My wife watches the sugar market closely.” “Speculating?” “In a small way. She borrows when it's high and pays back when it’s low.” —Kansas City Journal. comicbooks.com