Judge — August 14, 1920 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Cacvent Sasrr Oxener oF Say! You rook My PANTs, AN IF the Pup Iv's you that I want, Alene, you. It’s only taken this evening to show me. I was mad.” He paused for an instant, and his face clouded as he thought of a terrifving possibility. Alene waited. “Do you suppose, dear,” he continued haltingly, “that I might ever, ever win over the other fellow?” Slowly, reluctantly you might say, then with full eptance of his joyous embrace, she yielded, mur matter what she ac muring—oh, what difference does it murmured? Quite without warning, a low buoyant laugh thrilled through the room, seeming to fill it with luxurious enchant- ment. It was—if you believe in that sort of thing—the jubi- lant spirit of the Eternal Feminine. Worse Baseball Magnate—Talk about tough luck. We paid $73,0co for that ball-player and had to re- lease him at the end of four months. Finducial Magnate—Tha t's nothing. I paid $500,000 for a Duke and my daughter had to divorce him in less than a month. The Place “Ah! And where does the shoe pinch, sir?” solicitously in- quired the salesman. “In the price!” Fuller Gloom. Drawn by T. S. Torsey snarled J. you Mr. ANGLER HAS HIS OWN SOLUTION OF KEEP TRACK OF LOST BALLS, 15 DON'T BRING "eM BACK, I'LL PUNCH YouR HEAD OFF! He Would Land Somewhere When Ole Hanson became famous as mayor of Seattle, he was visited by two friends from the north country, Ole Johnson and Swan Anderson. After the visit, they separated to do some shopping. agreed to meet at the wharf at five o'clock, in time to take the Puget Sound steamer back home. Ole was late, but Swan boarded the vessel. The steamer was pulling away when Ole breathlessly approached the edge of the wharf and hesi tated. Swan was excited and anxious to have his companion get aboard, The steamer was a rod or two from the wharf when Swan, leaning feverishly over the ide, shouted, “ Yump, Ole, yump; I tank you make it in two yumps,”” n Those Operation Curios Mrs. Our Willie has been swapping things again. Mr. Willis—Born trader, that n't he? I suppose he traded marbles for the next-door kid’s ke Mrs. Willis—Oh, no. He swapped your appendix for Mrs, Bump’s gall-stones. Just to Cool You Off The Servant sat on a stump, idle and shivering. The Scer was at work over a log of wood on the saw-horse. “Master,” asked the clown, “what is the world coming to and how can we live through the winter?” Looking aside with a smile, the Seer sawed. THE WAY TO