Judge — November 15, 1919 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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World Peace Sure It Does—“Oh, well, politeness doesn’t cost anything,” observed the Old Fogy. “It doesn’t, eh?” commented the Grouch, “It often costs you your seat in a crowded street car.”"—Cincinnati Enquirer. Not Like the Old Days—‘Times have changed,” sighed Uncle Bill Bot Times have surely change “What makes you think A little family party I attended last night. The women folks talked polities while the men folks got off in a corner and exchanged recipes.”"—Iashington Star. His Suggestion—“We'll have to economize this Christmas, my dear.” es, but how “I've an idea. Let's give your rela- tives the same kind of cheap gifts we Krigsguden Mars (til Fredsengelen): 3 hi ste Korsvei vi metes. always give my folks."—Detroit Free Mars ce ner, a e next crossrocd Press. “How do they do it, tell. me? Both Suffering—“My boy,” said Mr. “They make the bay windows stan Grabcoin to his son, Jack, “you've been out by stuffing little gobs of false hair 2 member of the firm for three months inside.” “How did you ever learn that?” I have, dad. And I must confess “I know a lady who helps to sweep that is getting to be a sort of endur- department store mornings.” ance test for me.” y word!” “Umph! Don't flatter yoursel = _ F s the gobs fall out and — boy. I'm giving a pretty ,_ Well Placed—Aunt Mary had been tog up the vacuum cleaners."—J'oungs- of endurance, myself.” — Birmingham introduced to all the friends of the og up the : 0 _all . town Telegram. Age-Herald. family while visiting her brother. Now, womanlike, she was trying to discover if her niece favored any young man es- pecially. “That young Mr, Smarte, who comes here ems a clever sort of man, she begun. replied Maude, “he is clever.” “What is he by profession? bit of lawyer and a bit of a mu- “But what is he really?” asked aunty puzzled. “Well,” explained the girl, “the law- he is a musician, and the mu y he is a lawye ondon Inside Information— * said the Slangster, s hep"to:some new ide hawhat do you wish to con- ial Scamp inquired. vamps mask in their ears with scallops of hai “T cawnt say as\I have, old dear. “Well, the hair comes down over the listeners like part of a waterfall, and is tucked up somehow underneath or in the back.” “Have you heard Brown's story of how he scored off a taxi-driver this “My word!” morning? “['ve just found out how they do it.” “Yes. I told him it last night.”"—Tatler (London), 11519 16 comichooks.