Judge — October 9, 1920 — page 24: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

| Lorena “L WEAR YOU HAD A BLOW-OUT AT YOUR HoUst Last ict.” . . THAT WAS JUST AR The Home-Wrecker The night was perfect. Beneath the prom- ontory where the car had stopped the lake lay still under the glories of a full moon, But the occupants of the car, a man and a woman, 1 no eyes for the beauties of the night. The latter was beautiful, perfectly attired. She was evidently a woman fit to grace the “ 400.”” Her hands bore witness to the fact that she had never known work of any sort. She and the cares of the world were strangers. The man was different. He was an ordinary man—even as you and I. His brow was knit in deep thought, his mind was apparently tortured by some great problem. Suddenly he broke the silence. “Why, oh, why can you not stay longer,” he pleaded, “at least until after the ball?” “TL have told you once before.” she replied, “that I can never spend a moment under the same roof with a man who tried to do such an infamous thing as you di “T know,” he admitt but that was in a fit of possion. Couldn't you forget that and come back under the old conditions?” She pondered for a moment. His heart beat wildly in expectation. “Iam afraid not, because I tire of the stony of your home. I long for the city, its gay life and its opportunities. No, «> ©. I shall never, never come back to you. Please drive me to the depot.” Not far from the station he drew up under the overhanging branches of an elm, Once more he pleaded with her, but she was adamant. “This is final?” be asked in a last appe “ Final.” “Well, then, get out and walk and be damned to you and all other cooks,”’ he stormed. “UH lower the wages of any one in my house if I want to, or know the reason why.””—Brown Jug. Tricky “T simply can’t understand the combina- tion of my wife's clothes.” “What puzzles you?” “Well, when she wants to hide anything, she pokes it down her neck, but when she wants to get it again, it’s always in her stocking.” — Lehigh Burr Hi! Jonesy! Doctor (at accident) —Who—who will volun- teer to tell this man’s wife that he is hurt? Bright Guy—Get Jones to break the news- he stutters.—Stanford Chaparral Usverxeatu tue Boucn. —Harcard Lampoon cry WITH THE COLLEGE WITS Juan—Suart I sinc you someTHinc oF Love Tuanita—Wuy sixc 1t?—Cornell Wide. Ode to Modernity From full-dress suits and long-tailed coats The Dean’s too oft-repeated notes, Enameled girls and ing boats, Preserve us. From prudish vines that will not cling, The mannish maid whose walk’s a swing Unbuckled boots and everything, Preserve us. From meals gulped down the Walker Way, Too early rising from the hay, From piles of homework every day, Preserve us. From quizzes causing sleepless nights, From girls that argue women’s rights, Fat chorus girls in purple tights, Preserve us. From having Mexico annexed, From slaving o’er some dry old text (To be continued in our next.) Preserve us.—Mass. Tech. Voo Do Psychology A woman is as old as she looks—a man not old until he stops looking—Lehigh Burr. comicbooks.com