Judge — November 20, 1920 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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A Fig for Slander! laughed uproarious!y Coy One—Soseos®, TOLD ME YOU sap YoU HAD GIVEN MEA Kiss—Tretee! Wise One—Don'r worry, LITTLE ONE, NOBODY BELIEVED A WoRD I stp. — Le Rire (Paris Fun ted Early—Walter C. Kelly “The Virginia Judge,” was one time with a minstrel show that arrived at a town in the South. As is always the case, a dozen young negrocs met the train < offered to carry suitcases for tickets to the show. One lad got in the way of the bag- gage men and was bumped sprawling by a trunk. Another negro boy who saw it “Wow!” he yelled.“ Dis heah show’s gittin’ funny a’ready.”” York F ning World. Muddled or Never—.\ recent experi- ence of a Virginia clergyman throws light on the old English law requiring that marrig should be celebrated before noon. A colored couple appeared before him, asking to be married, the man in a considerably muddled state. The minister said to the wot won't perform this ceremony.” “Why is dat, boss?’ she queried. “Ain't de licenses’ all right? An’ we is pan: “TE But this man is drunk. Take y and come again.” ‘al days later the couple again pre- sented themselves, the man once more iously intoxicated. See here, I told you I wouldn't marry you when this man was drunk,” the minister said testily. “Don’t you come back here till he’s sober.” “Well, you see, suh,” the woman re- plied apologetically, “de trufe is dat he won't come less’n he’s lit up.”—Spectator. ob Opportunity—* Shall you meet thought he was a woman hater!” “Yes—but even hate needs nourish ment!"— Klods Hans (Copenhagen Of Course, Didn't Agree—“ Been doing some jury duty, I hear,” said the first California man. “Yes; been on one for three days,” ied the second Californian. Pretty tiresome work, I imagine.” “No, no; [had the most amusing time ever, There was a woman on the jury.” Vonkers Statesm Twentieth Century Stuff—Mr. Henn—Here’s a rich thing in the paper: \ wife sued her husband for divorce on secount of his incessant smoking ettes Mrs, Henn—I don’t think she should have taken that so seriously. Mr. Henn—I know; but she claims they were her cigarettes. —Colu Dispatch. us With Her Own Favorite—* Daugh ter, I hope you will go to church this evening. The pastor's subject, ‘An Hour with Favorite Hymns,’ should be very interesting.” “T should like very much to go, father. but I have an engagement with my own favorite him tonight.” — Boston Tran- script. A Marital Drop in the Bucket “WHY DID SHE MARRY SUCH A SMALL MAN?” “WELL, SHE HFARD THAT EVERYTHING WAS COMING DOWN 7