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Flying Squads Jasper (with news paper) —B'gosh, New York has them there airyplane constables at k Mes, Jasper—Vou git out! What ar vin’? Sex s over the heads of inspectors they a here they're a-makin To Thin One End —\_ prosperous farmer has gained the reputation of being the stingiest man in his town, and ce quently is not a general favorite with hi neighbors He owns an old horse which, to put it mildly, is very thin, As if to make up for he lack of flesh on its body, however, the head many’ sizes 100 Large animal has a The other week he went to the expense of 1 new collar for the animal. A few min er the delivery he was hack at the saddler’s with the collar. you know nothin’? he blurted out. “You've made it too small, [can't get it over his head!” Over his head!” replied the saddler Man alive, it wasn't made to his head. Back him into it! Tit-B. i Thint Following the Fashion —* Did your 1 put on overalls replied Farmer Corntossel first ing he did w © gel l bouquet and vrs S. A ‘em look foolish considered —* They're ing about a raise in telephone rates.” Well.” commented Farmer Corntos n the entertain: sels. “judgin’ fre our folks get from listenin’ in on ay lin't be surprised if the ser Star y wire. L shy vice was worth it Washington Just a Foot-Note Ovw Uxperstanpinc 20 Breaking It Gently Ves, my son Do you think coffee does any harm?” Cert nly not, my boy “Em glad of tha » for EF just spilled a lot on the tablect Statesman Just His Feet Russell limped into the house with his feet in a twist and his face wearing evidence of pair his father Do vour new shoes | my feet de Dets Free Wanted Her Fish Augustine Bir- hile traveling in a rell some time ago. third-class railway carriage in the North of England, sat down hurriedly next to a little girl ins to glance at her a me he saw that she w awl and clogs. Happening or tw regarding hi dawned upon ran paper, “Here, my dear,” said Mr. Bir ler him ter w great favor r him that he was sitt her news rell, pulling the paper from un and handing it to her, “I'm sorry The little girl did not look quite sat- isfied. but she stid nothing till a few minutes later, the train drew up at a station. “Please, sir.” she then inquired cakly, “may [have my fried fish?” It was in the paper.— Vew Commomuealth. Unqualified I thought vou were a trained purse.” said little Bobby to the lady who had superintended the arrival of his baby sister So Lam.” * Maybe you are, but you've been here a week and you haven't even fried to stand on your head.” —The Home Sector Interested in His Work —It was pay= day, and six-year-old John received a quarter. This was for driving a cow a half mile to pasture twice a day for one month. He was just as happy as a boy wld be, for he could spend the money just as he pleased That night he came home cracking a whip, and his mother exclaimed hn quarter for that did you spend whip?” “T did, mother,” he replied. proudly You can't expect a fellow to work if he don’t have tools to work with.”