Judge — February 21, 1920 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Drven by Hews Parson Digest of the World’s Fallen from High Estate—“ What do you regard as the greatest tragedy of the war?” “T guess it is the passing of the second licutenant.”"—Baltimore American. Meritorious Service—"Yep,” said the honest ex-buck, “I spent fourteen months in the lines without any re : “But I didn’t know you were at the front at all,” said his uncle. I wasn't,” replied the buck, “but I spent eight months in the mess line, five months in the inspection line, and one month in the pay line."—The Home Sector What He Was Waiting For—While he was making his way about his platoon one dark night a sergeant heard the roar of a G. 1 Can” overhead and dived into a shell-hole. It was already occupied by a private, who was hit full in the wind by the noncom’s head. A moment’s silence —a long, deep breath, and then— ood Lord, is that you, Sarge?” That's me. hank heaven! for you to explode.” Weekly 1 was just waiting Imerican Legion The kins decide to sta “He didn’t see ting an overcoat this winter.” Sector horn Lamb—"Why did Wil- in the army?” ny other way of get The Home Very Much So—“I see where some officer is charged with making a soldier eat his cigarette.” “Then I don’t plained of being on a light Baltimore: American. wonder the men com- diet.” er idea to be used in of the All Lowest He Got the Job—The colonel of a colored regiment in France charged the adjutant with selecting a suitable soldier to serve as orderly at his billet. The adjutant combed the command for the proper man and finally found one who had been an elevator boy in a hotel—a smiling, gracious darky, neat and re spectful When the man reported the colonel impressed upon him the necessity for tact, Do you know what I mean by tact? “Yas, suh. W’en it comes to tac’ I’se right on de spot. Why, cunnel, jes’ las’ week I went into the bath-house near mah billet, an’ foun’ one of de madamselles there. I jest stepped back an’ says ‘Pardon, Monsieur!” Now ef dat warn’t tac’, den I don’t know what is.” — The Home Sector. What's Edison Doing, Anyway?— There's just one thing needed to solve this H. C. of L. problem for good.” “You interest me strangely, sir. Be fore the suspense kills. me, pray pro- ceed.” “A cheap substitute for food would do the trick.” —Buffalo Express. His Fall Inspiration—Bill Colyer brought us in our annual pawpaw today, and we have tucked it away where it will do us the most good, We know not how it-may affect others, but we have man- aged ene way or another to eat at least a pawpaw a year for the past fifty years. And we have noticed this: Every year that we have eaten a pawpaw we have lived until the following summer. It may not work that way with every one. but certainly the pawpaws have kept us alive from year to year. It is a great fruit, the pawpaw; a kind of atavistic throwback to a custard pie on its mother’s side and a bullhead catfish on its father’s side, carrying the aroma and consistency of the one and the bones and sins of the father. But it is the saddest fruit in the world, too, Lt recalls woods that are fields and streets now, times that are gone now, days that are memories and hoys who are dead!—Em poria Gazette Spared No Expense—"I suppose they entertained you royal “They certainly did served eggs for breakfast.” Press They Detroit even The Limit—Our wife has forced the bitter truth home to us at last. The mice in the paptry are striking for a better grade of cheese.—Texarkanian comicbooks.com