Judge — July 3, 1920 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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His Rather Odd Name—A newspaper man not long at the capitol met a man in the corridors whom he had seer often and whom he thought he knew. He ad- dressed his supposed acquaintance: “I see you here often. Do you work her: “Yes,” “What's your line?” “I’m what they call a Senator.” Caught, the newspaper man tried to bluff it out. “Oh, yes, yes,” he “T remember you perfectly. How stupid of me. You're Senator—Senator—Senator—’ snapping his fingers and waiting for help. No help comes. As if thinking aloud: “It's a short and rather odd name.” “Yes, it is.” More pawing of the air and vain efforts to recall. “It's Smith,” suggested the Senator. “Oh, yes, yes; of course. 1 remembe you perfectly! How stupid of me! You're Smith of Arkansas!” “No! Smith of Maryland. f told you it was an odd name!”—Philadelphia Evening Ledger. How to Stampede ’Em— When the editors convene, Some are fat and some are lean, Some are shy of hair as eggs and some are not. Some are noisy, some are quiet, But if you would start a riot, Say, “I’ve got some paper I'l) sell on the spot.” —Barber County (Kan.) Index. Great Bluffs from Little Egos Grow. “When I began business on my own account, I had absolutely nothing except my intelligence.” “Indeed, that was a small beginning’ —Fliegende Blactter (Munich) 1 No Diving Belles for Him Manager—Yes, your poster’s all right, but you must cut out that word “Diva” and substitute soprano. —Pan (London). The Only Way—Dcadbroke (borrow- ing five)—Words can never repay this kindness, old man. The Other—You're right; unless they are the kind used by money when it talks. —Boston Transcript. His Cue—“When are you going to in- vest in a new suit of clothes?” “Not till the dogs start barking at me.”—Buffalo Express. 2 You see, I had her billed like that in Aberdeen once but had to refund nearly all the money to gentlemen who thought it was an aquatic performance fe Rode Free—The rear platform of the car was crowded with poor business men in starched collars and rich laborers in overalls. There would be nothing unusual in that if one of the overalled party had not given the crowd a lesson in thrift. “See, I’ve got a dime,” conductor. The conductor nodded. “T'll pitch it. Heads you get the dime or tails I ride for nothing.” The conductor nodded again and the coin fanned the air. “Tails,” announced the overalled one triumphantly and he took his place with the rest of the crowd.—Indianapolis News. he told the