Judge, 1920-09-11 · page 24 of 32
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Irrepressible, Mysterious “What makes you always so popular? He asked the speedy young spark And she said with a grin, As she powdered her chin “ [keep all the boys in the dark.” Princeton Tiger An Objection “There's one thing I don't like about that allet dancer.” “What's that?” “The veil." —Mlinois Siren Tayine a Case Surprised “LT heard that Jerry took a ‘Follies’ girl to the basketball game!” “Yes; she said she didn’t see how the fellows get away with the bare-leg stuff. She tried it in New York and landed in jail."—Dartmouth Jack-o'-Lantern, Not Identified Did these articles belong to your roomer?” asked the detective of the landlady. “A but- ton, three cents and a receipted bill.” “A receipted bill, eh?” she replied ain't him.""—Michigan Gargoyle “Then it Joyous, A Reflection The professor was becoming exasperated man,” he asked, “are you quite sure you are all right in the head?” “LE dunno,” replied Omar Oshkosh; “but.” he added hopefully, “I was when I came in here.” On the day of the big party When they call you to the phose And say that it is your “real one” And you think How wonderful It is To have A girl Like that And you say “Hello” And she is very sorry (And all that) But She is called Out of town And Cannot go— Ain't it one glorious feelin’! Kansas Sour Ol. JUDGE HE COLLEGE WITS Irresponsible An Alternati' “Shall | brain the young fool?” the first hazer said And quickly the victim’s courage, it fled. “You can’t, he’s a freshman,” the other one said, “You'd better just hit him real hard on the head.” —Yale Record. T's xor a AL MERCHANT Wirnt prices ovr oF sicur; Nor yer 4 UNION PLUMBER, (Theik MeTHoDs ARE A FRIGHT!) T sett No Ice-CREAM SUNDAES; I SCORN THAT PIRATE CLAN. Presse Know I’ None or THESE, BUT JUST \ RESPECTABLE HOLD-UP MAN.” Cornell Widexo. No Mystery Moiher—Good heavens! What's the matter with your ear? Sue—Nothing, silly; just a leaky fountain pen in Jack's vest pocket.—Michigan Gargoyle. Ha! Hat Absolutely—Isn't nature wonderful? Nobody—How’sat? Home—She gives us all faces, but we can pick our own teeth.—Brown Jug.