Judge — December 20, 1919 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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however, cannot spell Gelett, so we decline to tell which of the two sub- mitted this: “And Lloyd, ever versatile, de onstrates his cleverness —char from a dance hall sharp-shooter, he plays the part of a hair receiver.” But Mr. Korninsky was nearly as good with: “The pre man and he had a way with him that women could not resist.”” We would like to quote Walter Bollinger of St. Paul, Minn., and Leigh Metcalfe of Evanston, IIL, but as space forbids and they will probably win in a later contest, we will add merely that- Miss-Mary- Hilmer-of-Indianapolis’s pun was a bit too far-fetched, but we got a laugh out of J. B. Ohliger’s “Now, you stop that, Lloyd, or we will have to make a new provision to the League of Nations!” coming from Tucson, Arizona, and Rich- ard-Park-of-Ithaca’s, ending “Why England is described as merry. And _ so, considering Prohibition and the H. C. of Living, we feel that the first crop of Probloidarians are a merry crowd—if they only * wouldn't use picture post cards. Geert Burcess A Flight and a Sight By Lesur Vax Every ietor was a forceful HE burglar turned his searchlight so that it shone across the front of the sideboard before him, and smiled as he beheld the silverware within, which was so soon to be quietly transferred to a bag on a chair hard by Suddenly there went up a sharp re port not unlike that of a firearm, an- other sharp report, and still a third, in the order named! Lights were snapped on. footsteps were heard approaching, and there was flurried commotion. In his desire to be a successful and speedy exiter, Grimm, the burglar, leaped out through the handiest window, unintentionally taking along the screen- ing. On the lawn below, he scrambled to his feet and slunk off in a rage and the early morning. In due time the pajamaed form of a man ventured into the room so recently and informally vacated by the burglar. Only a moment the man looked about him before anxiously proceeding to a closet. After twisting the knob, he swung open the door, nervously struck a match held its dancing flame close to a shelf. “Bless me!” was not what he exclaimed, and distinctly. Three bottles of “Home Brew” had exploded! Draien by Asocs Mar Dos ate Fase? Chopping Him Off ‘Howdy do, Mr. Gloom! You don’t remember me, do you “Sorry, but I am afraid I have forgotten your name,” re turned J. Fuller Gloom. “You are— Ha Guess who Iam. Come, now!” “T never indulge in guessing contests where no prize is to be won. Good day, 13 comichooks.qolu)