Judge — December 20, 1919 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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

Simple Imitation Addressed to a Steel Stenog. Flannigan’s Curiosity—Flannigan (listening to new jazz record) —What kind iv music do ve call that, Norah? hter—That's a fox trot, daddy You never are late in the morning You never get restless at four. , And I've never known you to giggle or :nigan—An’ how many tin. cans chew; did th’ fox have tied to his tail whin he a You never use slang, what is more | throtted?—Buffalo Express : ust as little Your costume is simple and quiet i Vanity—They were rehearsing for the pleasant to Your color is always the same | era, when the conductor was nearly wee aresptayts And I'm seldom impelled by the words ' d out of his boots by a terrific Kaspar (Sto you've misspelled hi blast from the trombone-player To heap maledicks on your name “What are you doing?” roared the conductor. Sad Thoughts— Flatbush — Music Yet I feel that there’s something I'm 4 “I'm sorry, sir,” came the reply, “it should make one think.’ missing } was a fly on my music, but.”” he added, Bensouhurst—Well, it does make me My life seems peculiarly bare with just a touch of professional pride, think if it happens to be the wedding — Ip spite of the fact that your every act “T played him!"—London Tit-Bits. march.—Vonkers Statesman Is performed without fixing your hair ' The Same Old Teutons For I've found that your soul is a motor, Your motives are amperes and volts; Your memory’s wax, if you drop it in cracks And your posture’s dependent on bolts So T think I'll recall Miss MePippen To sit at the desk on my right Her eyes are quite bluc And I think Vil hand you Totheclerk she went out with last night! Vew York E Sun The Baby Who rules the house and all within? Who often needs a safety-pin? Who makes you glad he’s not a twin? The baby! Who is a pwecious ‘ittle dear? Whose little ways are often queer? Who moves old bachelors to sneer? The baby! Who wakes at night and ‘ants a jink? Whose rosy-posy toes are pink? Who from the bottle doesn’t shrink? The baby! Who wakes at 4 a.m. to yow!? Who when you lift him starts to howl? Who looks as wise as any owl? The baby! Who can upset your every plan? Who plainly shows he knows he can? Who some day’ll be a horrid man? The baby! and intelligence like ours.”—Pasquino (Turin). —Somerville Journal 18 “1 nuovi tempi richiedono energie “The new era calls for sturdy energ igenti come le no. comichooks.comp