Judge, 1919-08-16 · page 22 of 36
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enter The Bull of the Hour ye “—Qu'estce que cow = pour lacher le Il ne veut pas sortir . i réclame Ci “What's the matter? Why don’t Rire (Par Business Wisdom— Mr. Babcock was driving through the country, trying to buy a mule. He was directed to a colored man who had one for sale. “Do you want to sell a mule?” asked Babcock. “Yass, sah.” replied the owner. “ May I ask whar yo’ live, sah?” “What has that got to do with it?” queried Babcock “Well,” explained the negro. “I ain't gwine ter transfer dat mule to nobody dat lives less dan two hundred miles away from here. When I sells dat mule I wants to git rid not only of de mule, but of all conversation appertainin’ to him.""—Harper's Magazine nt Wilson.” t Wilson arbitrate A Changed Man—The reporter, his fresh young face alight with enthusiasm was interviewing the aged colored man, who had lived r1o years. And the colored man, with fame perched on his doorstep, in a straw hat and with ready pencil, was doing his best No, sah,"reolied the colored centenari an plus. “Ab used to ‘membah seein’ Lin- coln. But since I j'ined de African Me odist Church Ah doan’ ‘member se him no moah.""—Sun Francisco Chronicle. Safety First—“Why do you want to sell this mule, Uncle Ned “Boss, I wants to git rid o’ dat mule.” “Of course you do, but why?” “Well, is way. I done got de rheumatism an’ 'sides I ain't as spry I used to be, nohow. If I keeps foc roun’ dat mule, some o' dese days he’s gwine to kick whar I is an’ I’se gwine to be dar.""—Birmingham Age-Herald. 22 POLITICS All Gall—“What has become of the Honorable Flubdub, who did everything he could last session to handicap the army? “He's out after the soldier vote Kansas City Journal They Also Do It France— On election day a young man came toa booth to vote “But, Monsieur,” said one of the over seers, “you bave al voted Lallons done! Vam certain that [have not \ search being made of the records, it is discovered that there has been an error in the recording of the € It is not Marius Tartarin t but Gonzague Tartarin ‘Gonzague!” cried the young man; stian name. has voted “you are quite sure that he has voted?" Yes, indeed! Look, here is the regis: ter.” “Ah, how I regret: not having been here,” said the young man. “I would have embraced him with such pleasure He is my father.” “Your father?" Yes, and [have not seen him since he died, four years ago.”—Cri de Paris In Doubt—* What are your politics?” I dunno,” replied Farmer Corntossel “Things has worked around to such a mix-up that there isn’t anybody I don’t disagree with on some point or another.” Washington Star. Hobnails and the Hunter “What sort of beasts can those be?”— Fliegende Blactter (Berlin) comicbooks.com