Judge — October 23, 1920 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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JOURYALISM How an Editor Got Rich—He started poor as a proverbial church mouse 20 years ago. He has now retired with a comfartable fortune of $50,000. ‘This money was acquired through in dustry, economy, conscientious effort to give full value, indomitable perseverance and the death of an uncle who left the edi tor $39.000.50.—Empeco New Shook Hands All 'Round——Snaky Ed returned from the county seat toda where he went to see the circus and side show. Ed says he not only saw the bearded lady, but he also had the pleasure of meeting said lady’s wife and children. — Roswell (Ga.) ws. Apology—We take this means of apologizing to the pastor of the Long Island City’ church for unseemly levity on our part during a recent service. The occasion of our mirth was this: The gentleman next to us sat down on his hat.—Long Island City Star. Her Last Chance Gone Old Maid—Brazes xonsery! Tuy TAKEN EVERYTHING—EXCEPT ME!—F Blaetter (Munich No Wonder! Boa:man—Y es, MUM, WE'RE A-SAILING OVER A SUBMERGED TOWN NOW—TILKE'S "UNDKEDS OF “ES ALL ROUS Harassed Hous MENT stor 1t?—London Wrath of the Kansas Critic— Thy Record*s dramatic critic hopes the spirit of Harriet Beecher Stowe will haunt forever and forever the “bunch of barn stormers who played ‘Uncle Tom's Cabin’ in Stockton last week."’—Stockton cord. More Important Just Now—“I am going to subscribe to your paper,” said the enthusiastic admirer “Never mind about the paper just now,” answered the editor-candidate ubscribe to the campaign fund.” Washington Star Then the Fun Began—A reporter was misinformed, and the obituary of a live man appeared in the Dalby Tribune. Of course, the live man was more or less indignant about the error, and rushing to the telephone, called the editor. “I see in your dirty old sheet that I am dead he snorted. “Yes.” replied the editor are you speaking from 2” lobe “Where Atchison Some One Send Him One—Pear! Nolan (Pearl is a sturdy boy of seventeen sets up the type and prints the seven thousand copies of The Mountaineer every month. If someone would send Pearl a small linotype machine in good order, it would delight his heart and save much valuable time, for he goes to school also. Oneida (Ky.) Mountaineer. 19 DRT OF HOUSES WHY DONT THE GOVERN His Onty Protection—" I told Brown your cure for snoring, but he refuses to try it.” ANS ele “He says if he were to cure himseli his wife would make him,go to church with her.” —Boston Transeri pi y Stages— Mr, Fluthush—So you heard me speak at the dinner last night? Mrs. Flathush—Ves; Twas up in the gallery. “What did you think of my speech?” “Oh, it reminded me ever so much of the time you were courting me Henry.” “Really? How so?’ “Why, L thought you never would come to. the point!" —Vonkers States man. The Risk— Vewly We Nothing like it, my boy. You just marry a sweet girl like my wife. for instance, and setth down—one that isn’t afraid to share your lot for better or worse. Confirmed Bachelor (unconvinced) sounds e, but some of these share holders blossom into directors. —Town Topics comicbooks.com