Judge — January 8, 1921 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Hl MINNEMAHA STRINGING HER BOW —Williams Purple Cae. J Russian Currency The Bolshevik official, who had succeeded in fleeing the land of the Soviet with 100,000,000 rubles, landed in San Francisco. His precious satchel of money clasped tightly city: specializing in foreign exchange. “Change this into American money for me, he demanded of one of the tellers, squeezing the satchel under the lattice work of his window. \ half-hour passed. Then the teller reap- peared “Here you are, sir,” he said politely. “You Gave me 100,000,000 rubles, didn’t you? Here it is in American mone: He shoved the currency toward the Bol- shevik It was $1.03.—Ohio Sun Dial. to his bosom he entered the largest bank in the To the Point ” began the talkative salesman, silence is golden, and speech is only “Yes,” put in the busy business man, please make your speech quick-silver."”— Dame Juggler. Geologically Speaking Blink—What's Bangs doing now? Wink—He's a fault-finder. Blink—Oh, you mean a professional crab. Wink—No, a geologist.—Lafayette Lyre. Irrepressible, Joyous, Irresponsible Manifesto of a Spring Lover I have read Schopenhauer, who says women are unacsthetic; I have read Strindburg, who says they are impossible; I have read Wilde, who says they are unneces- sary; T have read Nietzsche, who says they are unim- pol t And I have read any number of birds, who say they are pretty, vain, and deceitful, BUT, dear. you know that 1 don't believe them!—Jvu Frizel In on the Clean-Up First Lunch Hound—Well, old strawberry, howsa boy? I just had a plate of oxtail soup and feel bully. Second Counter Fiend—Nothing to it, old watermelon, I just had a plate of hash and feel like everything. Virginia Reel. The Whistler Ella—I'm mad at Jack Bella—So soon? What's wrong? Ella—He knows so many naughty songs. Bella—Does he sing, them to you? Ella—No, the mean thing, he just whistles the tunes.—Carnegie Puppet. “DM A LITTLE stivy FROM LACROSSE.” “Ou, Wiscoxsix!"—Harcard Lampoon. u“ He—Verr Me THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE. She—How dare you? —Pennsyleania Punch Bowl, Goes to Fix It They were in a tearoom after the game, he and she. As they rose to go out, she stopped suddenly, baby-blue eyes frightened and won- dering. A trifle embarrassed, too, as if some thinghad ... She looked down at her silken ankles and a deep flush stole over her. “Oh,” she cried, “I forgot to telephone mother I wouldn’t be home for supper.” —Colgate Banter Music Ignatius—A pretty girl is like a melody. Ignatz—Ych, I saw one the other night that looked pretty sharp, and she knocked me flat, so I sent her a note. Ignatius—What did she say? Ignatz—Oh, she told me not to play around. —California Pelican. A Study in Scarlet He told the shy maid of his love, The color left her chee! But on the shoulder of his coat It showed for several weeks. Texas Scalper. More Material Advancement “Have you scen the new style socks?” “No; are they good?” “Great convenience! They’re sewed right into the shoes.” “But how do you change them?” “You don That’s the convenienc Dartmouth Jack-o-Lantern. JUDGE