Judge — December 13, 1919 — page 19: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Isn't That Just Like A Sparrow? i les 1200 ouvridres de la sen iront pas déjeuner é et tout ¢a pour un sale petit moineau! Today the 1200 operatives of the tory will all go to lunch late—/ Méle (Paris). What Spoils His Game—Redd— How's your golf game? Greene—Oh, I'm av off my game this summer, expected as much,” y? “Well, no fellow can hope to improve his golf on_a couple of nut sundacs.” —Yonkers Statesman. What's in a Name?—Now that the nation is dry, rising dope- ologist has ollowing fo: enefit of summer vac; ists: R Bourbon, Il; Green R Mo.; Champaign, IIL; Brandy Brand Camp, Pa.; Brandy Port, Okla.; Sherry, Tex.; W, Va.; Ginn, Miss. r Keg, Ky City, Calif Tex; Wine, Drinker, and Lithia, Minneapolis your choi Taking a Chance—“Heh, you! What are you hanging around” the power house for?” “I've heard of peop with power.”—Loui: nal. le getting drunk le Courier-Jour- Prosperity Follows the Jag—“Count me,” communicates a Supenor avenue locksmith, “among those whose busi- ness has been benefited by the dry era. During the last few weeks I have sold more than a thousand padlocks, for use on outside cellar doors.”"—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Proper Names—Slim was comment- ing on a recipe for making a beverage birch bark, “Since the stuff they make from ap ples is called ‘apple jack’,” she ven- tured. suppose they call this birch stuff ‘lumber ‘tei Yo, ma’a answered Spec emnly, “that brew is known as beer !'"—Tacoma Ledger. Loops, My Dear—“I envy that French aviator who looped the loop 624 times in one recent flight,” mur- murs Ted J, “I've had the same sen- sation myself, but not since June,”— Philadelphia Ledger. Retribution—Harry Leon Wilson, the humorist, was talking in his pala: tial Monterey home about prohibition. “Prohibition,” he said, “is a good thing, but, like lots of good things, it comes a little bit hard at st I know a rich New York bachelor who didn't believe in prohibition, He spent his evenings at clubs and cabarets, and the truth of the matter is that for cight years he never once went home sober. “But prohibition came to New York, and it got my rich bachelor friend on July 1. That night, for the first time since 1911, he went home sober, an his bit him."—Detroit Free Press. Noblesse Oblige me tea!—IWorld (London). 19 Member of our More Recent Aristocracy—Yes! It's very grand. and all that, but there are times when I'd give anything to ‘ave a bit o° ‘addick to \ ‘omicbooks.com