Judge — August 16, 1919 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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What About Sandwiches? By Witsas PL Siewstan N this period of reconstruction, something ought to be done about sandwiches. They're not what they used to be. There is a tendency to make them almost entirely of bread, which, to my mind, renders them less and less interesting as a food, though they may be all right artistically. Eventually some daring person will eliminate the filling entirely and the day of the sandwich will be done. I am informed that the genius who first’ con- ceived the plan of putting something to eat between two slices of bread and calling the triumvirate a sandwich looked upon his invention as an article of food. The idea of making it almost purely ornamental has only recently become popular. But even so, no one would kick at its being triangular in shape, or even round, so long as it gave evidence of harboring enough calories to bat .87 in the Scientific Food League. And it’s in the middle layer that the calories hang out. \ sandwich, like all Gaul, should be divided into three parts or layers, two of bread and one of solid food, preferably meat, cheese or wiener. It is all wrong to spread some kind of jellicd meat on a slice of bread, put another slice of bread on top and call it a sandwich. The same holds true of jam as a sandwich filler. Jelly bread, as any small boy or girl will tell you, is bread with jelly on, and the placing of another layer of bread on top does not make a sandwich. It merely wastes bread. Thin slices of bread with a mere film of meat between may answer roll call as a sandwich at a pink tea, but it would never do to offer such a thing to patrons of the Manhattan Lunch or the Coney Island Restaurant. Draven by Pace Rew f of wat Little drop Bumper crops of weeds. Make the back-yard gard Very sick of seeds. Drawn by R.B. Be tuen y—Aw, come on, Nellie—there ain't no damer i im! Samm fr And by the same token, bread wafers with nasturtium blooms ensconced between them may go big with the Culture Club, but it’s nothing in the young life of the Columbia Hotel bar’s free lunch. I can recall my own feelings when I first met a nasturtium sandwich at a picnic I once had with a beautiful young thing of re- fined tendencies. It was too beautiful to eat and yet not entirely suitable to wear as a buttonhole bou- quet. Some time, just to set my mind at ease, | intend to find out how many calories there are in a nasturtium. Something ought to be done before the sand- wich, that ancient appetite appeaser, vanishes from our midst I wonder couldn’t a Society for the Securing of Sensible Sandwiches get results? Ravid-Fire Romances By Frevertcx Moxos I Won by Walloping illain grabbed her ‘round the waist £ I *HE fer” was the heroine-beauty), And tried to taste her lips so chaste (As was his villain duty) He jabbed the villain on the jaw (“He” was the hero handy) She introduced him to her “paw"— (The wedding was a dandy") Il Nor Wife Nor Widow The broker did not love his wife, Tho she was awful pretty; He led baretious life In gay Manhattan city. And did she weep while darning socks? Or did she break his bean-O? Not much! She packed her jewel-box And hied away to Reno. Ths Ez —— a = ———- SS =e ~ comicbooks.com