Judge, 1919-11-29 · page 18 of 36
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Seater Something To Be Thankful For, Anyway Yrs Vidic 4, Ye Mrs. Jones (commiseratingly)—Well, Mrs. Smith, an’ how’s your face? _ Mrs. Smith (lugubriously)—It comes sometimes I ‘aven't.—Syduey Bulletin Good Guess — atic — Hasn't Peggy come out of the water yet? Patrice—Oh, yes, long ago; she's in bath-house. tut what keeps her so long?” “Why, she bought one of those new combination bathing suits, and I guess she’s forgotten the combination.”— Yonkers Statesman, Stronger, Higher, Gentler—Esmer- alda sat in her bower—the top. back bedroom—and gazed at a portrait. It represented a very ordinary young man, 11-29-19 an’ goes. Sometimes I ‘ave it, an’ but Esmeralda thought him otherwise. “But do | love him?” she asked her- Ily love or merely a ction —— self. “Is this rea sisterly Just then the door burst open and her young brother arrived like a whirl- wind. Without a moment's pause, Es- meralda took him by the ear and threw him out. Then she sat down before the photo- graph aj 5 “No,” she said, with a sigh. “My love for Arthur is not a sisterly affair—it is something stronger, higher, gentler than — Pittsburgh Chronicle-Tele- ed—“I hate that cat. just gave me a slap at my age.” Says you look old? says I'm beginning to look —Louisville Courier-Journat 18 Prediction Disproved—//e (after popping the question)—Why are you crying, dearest? Did U offend you by z it's not that. I Mother has as such an idiot that I wouldn't g ena donkey for a sweetheart, and ne I've got one after all.—Boston Transcript. Disappointed—"Eth that young man in your hand last night?’ “Yes, mother.” “What was he doing that for? “L really don’t know, mothe! “You don’t know?” “No, mother: [ did think he was go- ing to put a ring on my finger, but he didn’t."—Yonkers Statesman, Qualified—First Lad—I hear Phyl- lis 1s going to marry a chap in the army. Second Lad—Well, I daresay a man who makes a business of war might be quite able to get on with her !—Passing Show. Getting Solid—“You want to marry my daughter?” asked the father, with , didn’t I see parlor holding ; you know,” came from young man with the red tie jot anything put aside for a rainy day “Bet your sw day too, Pop!" tlife! And for a dry Yonkers Statesman, Stuck “Var Frokenen med paa Grosserer ensens Bal?” f, desvaerre 2 liggende dog! Tae jeg faldt paa Isen tre Uger.” k, at De ikke fros “Were you at the great ball?” Yo, I fell on the ice and couldn't for three weeks!” fi t you didn’t freeze there altogether!"—Klods Hans (Copenhagen). comicbooks.coyn