Judge — April 17, 1920 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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“What is necktie?” inaprens bie. Teens Not That Kind clothes woman.—Stanford Chaparral. The Horati Us of the pitfalls of New York, And who hasn't heard how Naughty they are in the Village? But when we saw the advertisement “The chorus outstrips them all,” Forgot about Anthony Comstock Such little details as Lesson Are the Pullmans to New York Crowded?—Cornell Widower the difference between a cravat and 4 ree dollar Prince No Life He took her rowing on the | She vowed she'd go no more T asked her why- “He only huge Twas Ever Thus? the shore.” Lehigh 1 wish I were Graduate, With not another Course to flunk ; I'd fly from Rosie's Eager face, And sell to Klig his Pile of junk I'd tell the Dean He could step. I'd go to Poli* Ev'ry night, And then I'd drop Into Melone’s All right! The Fair Sex Old Adam called her wo: But when she woo'd with | where The ladies are so full of whims, That people call them thim-m I'm glad I'm not a Graduate, Who toils, and toils the Livelong day And then goes home to Darling wife, Who never says, “Yes, dear, you may.” But planks him in a Stiff-backed chair, And tells him that, he Must not fail To gather in enough Cold cash To send young Willie Off to Yale.— Vale Record. Tue Good Ovo Numeer Dartmouth Jack “ Hanky—Why did the girl detective ip her job? anky—They wanted her to be st. Anthony Comstock Alger books warned all of a plain- Of the musical comedy which promised we almost and her answer came: When Eve brought we to all mankind, » kind— He then pronounced it woo-man. But now with folly an | with pride, Their husbands’ pockets trimming Carolina Tar Baby o* Lantern, Irresponsible throw JUDGE SOMEND) siren A Ballade of Lost Ladies I wonder down what primrose way Trips Olive, loved of Pierson Hall, In what celestial cabaret Sings Gertie, she that held in thrall The Hof-Brau gang?—Oh, where’s the small Bedimpled Bobs who graced the rear Of the giddy and loved us all? Where are the girls ot Freshman year? lobe Where’s Betty gone with her odd whims? Where smile the little trim brunettes ‘That twinkled through the Sunday hymns? Where's Lois, fairest of coquettes. Hope, Babe and Nan—Fate’s marionettes Where's Peg, who drank huge steins of beer, With eyes like morning violets? Where are the girls of Freshman year? Where's Floss, who saw the Crimson win And showed the prettiest distress, Where's Madge’s proud patrician chin And Edie’s scarlet evening dress?— Where’s Ruth with her sweet breathlessness. With tremulous whisper: “Love me, dear?’ With hands’ light, sudden, shy caress . . . Where are the girls of Freshman year? Envoi re Time's dread debt I pay n still pipes, and I still hear In what bright meadows do they stray Where are the girls of Freshman year? Record. — Vale comicbooks.com