Judge — September 13, 1919 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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The Price of Clothes First Rustic—It looks like Bill was going Second Rustic—Well, 'e might do worse. coat.—The Bystander (London) “JOURNAL | 445% \ ISM | Suspicious—Flatbush—The editor of this country paper says “the sound of the hammer is again heard in the land.”” Bensonhurst—Sounds as if his wife had returned home.— Yonkers Statesman. Column Fillers—The Tribune family is obligated to Dr. A. G. Prill for some large and luscious Bing cherries; also to George Merdian for Royal Annes and to Mrs. Ellwood for new potatoes and peas.—Scio (Ore.) Tribune. to marry that there widder. Her first husband left an uncommon good over- Making a Living—*“What's that chap you went to college with doing now? “Oh, he's making a living with a hand organ.” With a hand organ? Gee whi “Yes; he’s running a very successful manicure journal.”—Boston Transcript. A Graphic Account—Mrs. Chas. L. jesemer, 1033 North Kildare avenue, has been laid up in bed for the past week, after falling down her back stairs and ing some awful injuries to her left hand. She was going to wait on a cus- tomer, when all-of-a-sudden she slipped, and both of her heels were knocked off. —North-West News. A Proud Daughter— Rebecca, age 8, was very proud of her father’s rank as a first lieutenant, and grew quite in- dignant when a neighbor boy called him “captain.” “T'll have you understand that my daddy is not a captain,” she said, “he’s a lieutenant.” “Oh, it doesn’t matter,” replied the boy, “he is an officer.” “Indeed he is not an officer,” she pro- tested. “Yes, dear, a lieutenant is an officer,” interrupted Rebecca’s mother. “Well,” persisted Rebecca, still deter- mined to maintain her daddy's dignity at all cost, “he’s not much of an officer.”” —Buffalo Commercial. Old Scores—“Why are you so over- bearing and exacting with the ex-soldier you took onas clerk? I should think you would treat an army comrade better.” “Army comrade nothing. He used to be my sergeant.”—Balimore American T understand Can Some Detail—Xe porter you were treated like dogs overseas. you give me an instance? Humorous Private—Well, sometimes they put us in pup tents.—Baltimore Imerican. Didn't Do It Single-Handed—" Docs your boy talk much about the war?” “Yes, but he’s really very modest. He admits he had help in winning it.” Detroit Free Press. Pretentious Plutocracy “* Deux modestes candélabres et un au, en voild pour 60,000 francs.” La vie est chére.” wo unpretentious candelabra and a little W au—60,000 francs. Would you believe it “Yes, this high cost of living is awful.” —Le Rire (Paris). petit