Judge — December 18, 1920 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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December 18, 1920 THE NEW CRAZE—WIGGLE-WOBBLING HE amusing Wiggle-Wobble contest is going like a jazz orchestra at midnight People in all parts of the country are pouring in their ideas of what a Wig; Wobble should be—to be really funny. who never drew a picture in their lives have taken pencil in hand and have allowed their People imaginations to riot along the outline which we - upply Vhe only trouble is that there are so many forms suggested by the Wiggle-Wobble outline. several well-known artists have sent in their nterpretations. But we don’t want honest to- goodness artists to enter this sport. We want ‘olks who don’t know how to draw but who have funny ideas. And it’s remarkable how it is to convert the foolish outline, like the t the top of this page, into something that’s a scream. Next week we are going to begin publishing BE T W Le-Wosure. Cax you URE OR ANIMAL KY CON Try if AND WIN THREE $5 Tas ts tan sew W MAKE A FUNNY PACK, F TINUING THE SILLY LINE ABOVE? $25—oR THE $10 PRIZE—OR ONE OF THE PRIZES, some of the Wiggle-Wobbles sent in, and you'll be surprised to see how simple a thing it is to take a meaningless scrawl and with a few added pencil lines tum it into an uproarious comic. A grave and learned judge in Chicago, a min ister in Kansas City, the president of a Detroit EEN erybody’s doing it—and some are receiving Judge’ s cash prizes aggregating 850 per week. bank and an advertising expert are among the hundreds who have found entertainment in Wiggle-Wobbling. It bids fair to become the nost popular indoor sport of the season. Wiggle-Wobbling requires very little time, no skill as an artist, no paraphernalia, no tools other than a piece of paper and a soft lead pencil. If you haven’t yet made a Wiggle Wobble try the one at the top of this page. You have a sense of humor or you wouldn't he reading this copy of JupGr, and that is all the equipment you need to make a funny pictur t of this week's Wiggle-Wobble. Try it Trace the outline on a sheet of writing-paper and then add to it anything the wriggling linc Five minutes of Wiggle-Wobbling Send your Suggests, may bring you a check for $25. Wiggle-Wobble addressed to the Wiccir-Wonnie Error, % Judge. 225 Fifth Avenue Vew York City COVERS A Few Monkey Glands for the T. B. M. The Holbrook Blinn Vogue ENOR PANCHO VILLA never kills a human being. Like Holbrook Blinn over at the Comedy Theatre, he nods his coco to a sub-Sefor who gets five pesos a day for watching the signal tower on the shoulders of his chief. One nod means nk him a flesh wound.” Two nods mean “Put a little air in his leg Three nods mean “Put him beyond the H, C. Stewart Edward White has burnt much mid- night oil and some war tax in studying the men tal wig-wags of Sefior Pancho Villa and our own Holbrook Blinn. After secreting enough atmosphere for his forty-second novel he wrote “The Killer’’ (Doubleday, Page & Co.). The Killer just jerks his head at a certain angle to one of his Hot Tamales and another good Americano in Arizona gocs to join the Fathers of the Great Republic. But there’s Sanborn. He takes a dare to go and visit the Killer. He peeped through the tall chili con carne at the lair of the celebrated Nodder. He got a nod, but it missed fire The American target retired to two cantinas and discovered that the Killer had a “daugh- ter” in his possession, who was none other than his Dream Come True. After that he assumed a detached manner, although secretly full of flurries of activity. Sefor Buck Johnson and Monsieur Windy By Bexyamtw De Casseres Bill went into the plot with him. Say no more. Did they get the Killer? Wi know Stewart Edward White. He ni out for a bad man in any of his ninety-seven volumes that he didn’t get him—did he? Crumbs & la Anglaise RI literature. Vill stick to that, that “sketches serious books. ‘The reason for this is plain enough. Having discovered everything, we are now breaking up all the bread at the banquet table of the intelli gence into crumbs, rolling them into little pel- lets and laughingly or otherwise hurling them at each other. Look at A. M. Milne, who wrote for Punch ‘ot That It Matters"; E. P. Dutton & Co.). He has scribbled along on fifty subjects, and says, in fine, that it all doesn’t matter. He rolled his thoughts into crumbs each day id he pelts you from the pages of his book Some of these crumbs may be to your taste; others you will pass to Tabby under the table. Scrape TY is the spice of vaudeville and As literature is my department, Ithough I will note in passing are taking the place of long, uble pan ress of these crumbs into your Superstition; Daffodi he Unf. Things; The Diary Habit; Thoughts on Ther- mometers; On Going into a House; Natural Science—and others that are not so Crumbles. On page 197 Mr. Milne admits the right of 23 the State to stop his drinks. That's where I quit the book, for You can do without whiskers, without gum, But what regular guy can do without rum? you can do Tim the Clocker ID you ever think how hard it is to clock? You can wind it up for an eight day job, but the only way to stop it is to get an ax and bust (or break) it. Now, there’s Tim, the human clock (“Tim ‘Talks,” by Tim Thrift; G. P. Putnam’s Sons). He started, all wound up for a perpetual spin, in a weekly, which is a public: appears between last week and next week if ther strike. You couldn't possibly bust (or break) ‘Tim. Just having motion without thought, he can go on forever, like the Keely motor, with this difference, that the Keely motor was a myth, but Tim is very much a fact. Sitting in the Maxim’s of Cohoes over a bot- tle of sparkling melted ladyfingers Tim Thrift asks the gargon:— “What is succes: “T have my opinion,” replied the gargon with an airy swish of his index toward the till. “Doggone the luck!—the world is full of cynics,” muttered Tim as he arose and handed the gargon a single roll-your-own for a tip. Tim went on his way clocking the human op a 's no race.