Judge — February 28, 1920 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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The Meanest Ed tor—\ owing a Missouri editor six years’ unpaid subscription to the paper. The editor did not send any flowers, He attended the funeral and placed a palm-leaf fan and a block of ice on the casket.—Cin k or Manslaughter Averted—" The end ing of my story has been completely spoiled by careless proofreading.” com plained the angry author. “ Here at the conclusion where the judge looks down at the detective and asks, ‘Are you Pen dleton King?’ what does the printer make him say? Listen! ‘The great de- tective, snatching off his false beard, replied “1 am.” "7 “That certainly leaves the readers in the dark,” mused the waggish ed Boston Transcript ere: Seems So—* Just saw an editor count- ing the feet in some poetry, so he said.” “Well “Gosh, do they buy that stuff by the foot like they do lumber?” ille rier-Journ The Home of Hate nster lives there -Méle (Paris’ A Welcome Change— Apropos of Henry Watterson’s retirement from The Lou e Courier-Journal, a Louisville banker said to the great editor “T understand, sir, that your idea is to start a paper of y will strike a new not “Well,” fencel the veteran, “that would be a welcome change, inde for papers out here do nothing but note a new strike.” —St. Louis Republican r own—a paper that A Work of Imagination of this m the rarest canvas we s were all destroyed d nbrandts ¢ Le Rire (Par The Imperial Clown—\ccording to Captain Persius, one of the Kaiser’s favorite pranks was to scrape the caviar off his sandwich and fling the mess into the eye of some luckless officer who hap pened to be near him Frightfully funny, this! Quite Chap. linesque. Nevertheless he could easily joke. All he had tod was to select as his victim an officer of a tain rank and then follow up his throw with the witty remark: “Caviar to the general, ha ha!"— Boston Transcript. have improved the Spiral Logic— The Hardened Grouch was in the club smoking-room and was having his innings, “It's a vile country,” he growled. “A fellow can’t afford to live because of the yme-tax, and he’s afraid to die be cause of the death duties! If only the Government would play the game straight— Oh, T think they’re straight enough,” interrupted an M.P. who was present “Straight!” repeated the Grouch, in a tone of withering scorn. “Yes, you're all straight—so much so that if any one of you Were to swallow a ten-inch nail you'd cough up a corkscrew! Now look here—" But his interlocutor had ted Tit-Bits in Home—“What is your definition of home?” “Home is the place where you can't tind the hammer or the saw when you really need them.’’—Detroit Free Press. Provision—Life Insurance Agent—My dear sir, have you made any provision for those who come after you? Harduppe—Ves, ve put the dog at the door, and told the servant to say I'm out of town.— Pearson's Weekly, Their Turn—Bolshe' headed monster. fe recently given by Léon and Ana ky, there was food in abundance, wine sparkled in the glasses, and music was provided by a gypsy orchestra. Suddenly the sound of the instruments ceased, and the musi jans shouted to the merry guests: “Why should you be the only ones to dance? You are behaving like the bour- geois, It is our tum Age. ism is a many- comicbooks.com oe