Judge — November 22, 1919 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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Small Talk on the Stage From “Wis Honor Ape From “His Honor Ave Porasn” Porasn” Apr, Potasn—Well, Mommer, you cer- ’ ; Ave PorksOwAteRLI tainly look great. If your Ford only lived Helle Cental! Give me up to your clothes it would turn itself into two! wo. Heer two and a Jimplex. hope that highwayman is in a sound sleep too—Hello, is this Mr. Stafford—no, I don't want Mrs, Stafford Mr. Stafford... (Turns to Mrs. Davis) And you wanted me to run_for Mayor, Mommer. You From “Tue Girt I 2 3 thought it would be a great rite Listot ; } | mitzphah—to associate with ne Lasousins "0 a lot of crooks who spend all their time sceing how they can bleed the public— you thought it was a great honor to be such a loa a a few minutes a 1_me the nomination for } , Stafford, I have rung you up to I will run for Mayor From “Tre Grew ix tne Limovsty (Picture in center) Jiseae—There it ist T knew T saw itt There it is! Aunt—Young man, leave the room! You are intoxicated! Aunt Crerry—Young man, take your medicine! (Puts her h Jisatre—I saw it! I know I saw it— ny’s head and lifts him hk indisputable energy). Plain as day Toxy—Oh, Lord! It tastes like horse liniment ! Aunt—It's plain as day that you are Aust Cicety—Precisely what it is! The finest thing in the world for pickled! ! Jimmre—It’s there—there ! ‘Aunt—Go somewhere else to see your fony—This is awful! First you put me in bed with her—and then you snakes! fill me up with horse medicine!