Judge — October 18, 1919 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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October 18, 1919 Drawn by Wa. V. Cuorrer Employer (to. professor)—What about the dignity of the profession? The first thing you know you'll be wanting as much wages as a brick-layer! Overdoing It By Tost P. Morcax “eT was a quite w he able editor of the of Liberty and Tocsin of the Times. “Well, no; not presizely,” replied Gap John- son, of Rumpus Rid, k., who was in the county seat on a shoppi “You see the bride’s mother bellered so loud at the thought of losing her only daughter that the Presiding Elder’s horse broke loose from the hitch-rack and ran away, and the groom, who ed to be a kind-h ted sort of feller, said that if she was going to take it as hard as all that he reckoned he'd give up the notion and narry another girl that he kinda had his eye on, that didn’t have no mother to pester about what happened to her. And it only after several of us gents had taken him aside and reasoned with him and slipped him a dram or two of bone-dry licker, and the Elder had prayed with him and the bride’s father had bent gun over his head a counle of times that he reconstructed his decision and agreed to go on with the marrying.” His Leniency “Children, you mav believe it or not. as vou choose,” said old Festus Pester, to an assort ment of his young nephews and nieces, “ when I was your age for spending mon the roof where the snow sifted through the shingles and formed little drifts on the coverlid by morning. My clothes were usually the gar- ments of my elders cut down to fit me in an exceedingly sketchy fashion, and so forth and soon. Indeed, I had a much tougher life of it then than you have now. But, as I do not hold you personally responsible, I shall not take up your time and mine in moaning and snarling about it to you for hours at a stretch.” Of Course By Watter Puuitzer There's “fine sense” and “coarse-sense.” Each good in its way. But the man who has horse Knows when to sav “neigh “Are you tired again this morning ?” NRESTFUL slumber—zest for neither breakfast nor work—nothing but a dreary vision of atired day—of “I don’t know what's come over me.” The steady grind and shocks of work and worry have worn out the nerves’ reserve. Short of a com- plete rest, a scientific food-tonic is the one thing ntly needed—and that means Sanatogen. Sir Gilbert Parker, the statesman-novelist, anatogen is a true food-tonic, feeding the nerves, increasing the energy and giving fresh vigor to the over-worked body and mind.” To this statement thousands of brain-workers u hesitatingly subscribe, some even going as far as Arnold Bennett, the who exclaims, "The tonic effect of Sanatogen is simply wonderful.” In the face of such unparalleled proof can you fail to realize that Sanatogen stands ready to give you real help? Sold by good druggists everywhere, in three sizes from $1.00 up. Brite today for interesting booklet to THE BAUER CHEMICAL co. 11S W. 18th St, New York City ear of a Nation!" = S1 Easi E.ROSENFELD & CO. Baltimore end New York Pajamas Night Shirts The NIGHTw: