Judge, 1920-08-14 · page 22 of 36
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Terrific Strain—“Why are so many musicians temperamental?” “Well,” replied Lewie, “if you had to play ‘Hot Time’ by the hour, with your heart yearning all the time for a Bee- thoven symphony, maybe you’d get nervous yourself.”"—Washington Star. No Lover of Drum Music—Bucon I sce a folding drum for orchestra musi cians has been invented that is extended to full size by hinged ribs between the heads Egberi—That sounds good to me. “What?” A drum you can shut up.”—Yonkers Statesman. And Never Missed a Note—Alex McCrerey, solo clarinetist in the Hia- watha band, does not allow anything to excite nim or give him stage fright when he is playing a big number, At Wednes- day night's concert while the band was playing concert and Mr. McCrerey was playing a long and difficult cadenza, a bug began crawling on his clarinet toward his nose. Bug wended its way over the instrument, dodging numerous keys that Mr. McCrerey kept moving up and down with lightning speed. But the bug con tinued his upward trend, Fellow mu cians watched the situation as it grew into acuteness. Finally the bug reached the jumping-off place, made the leap safely, landing on Alex’s nose, Equal to the exigency of situation, the player made a dash with his hand, killed the bug and :e turned his hand to the keys without miss ing a note.— Hiawatha (Kans.) World. Art to Suet All Tastes He—THAaT LARGE PICTURE IN THE SOLID GOLD FRAME 18 A Genuine Rempranpt. She—Aint tt Graxn! Axp wnat ts THAT one? He—On, Mat’s A REAL Rupens. She—Prerry, a'r it? Wee THEY BOTH PAINTED BY THE saME MAN?—Kasper kholm). 2 H. C. of Credentials Offcer—AXD THESE ARE ALL THE PAPERS you Mave? Suspicious Character—Wrtr, vou xxow, GENERAL, AT THE PRESENT PRICE OF PAPER, ONE SHOULDN'T BE TOO EXACTING.—Le Rire Work Poor—Charles M. Schwab at one of his Loretto dinner parties was talking about a man who was vainly beseeching the banks for a loan “He's a rich man, too,” sid Mr. ; “but he’s work poor.” otk poor?” said a guest “Yes, work poor,” Mr. Schwab re- peated. “You see, he’s always got so many operations in hand that he is always short of morey to finance them. Work poor, I call it.” Then he smiled and added: “He's one of those fellows who so much that they're always in a hole. Detroit Free Press. lig Mixing with the Big ’Uns—A certain house employe, who makes very little money, has just returned from a buzz around the Florida health resorts. Other employes, at a loss to understand why he should spend his money in such riotous living, asked him to explain. “Well,” he said, “I like the associa: tion of big men.” What do you mean association?” Bill Kenny, one of the doorkeepers, asked. “Well,” he replied, ‘tone day Boies most ran over Penrose’s automobile me, and another day, when I was in swimming, I kicked Mayor Hylan on the ankle.”"—Cleveland Plain Dealer. comicbooks.com