Judge — February 12, 1921 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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What They Called Each Other “Both ob dese here gents,” said the wit- ness, Mandy Thomas, rather impressed with the importance of being in court “was standin’ at the corner conversin with cach other pretty hot an’ pointed like. “Relate prosecutor. “Ah don’t Mandy thoughtfully callin’ each other what dey is.” York Evening Post. the conversation,” said the remember it, sah,”” said “cept dat dey was Neve who had served months, ‘Cindy, for some her intention of Her Reason her mistress faithfully sud fenly announced . said the lady, aghast at such a misfortune, “I thought y were pleased with your position. I'm sure pleased with you, What can be the trouble? “Well, ma They’s too w fo’ de fewness ov de vittles.” Magazine. *Cindy,” am, I tell how ‘tis. ch movement o° the dishes - Harper's yo" Setting the Limit—In a Federal street drug store a dusky belle approached a salesman and asked “Does you sell Mary Garden puffume heah?” “Ves, we do,” the clerk replied. “How much is it?” “Two dollars and fifty cents an ounce.” “What is the least you sell?” “One dram.” , “How much is that?” Forty cents.” “And is that the very, sell?” “Tris.” “Well amount.” very least you take dat den, Tl jest’ half Youngstown Telegram \ man got in station He Could Be Trusted a cab at the Richmond railway and said * Drive me to a haberdasher’s.”” “Yaas, suh.” said the driver, as he whipped up his horse and drove a block then, leaning over to address his passen- ger, said: Scuse me, you wanter go?” “To a haberdasher’s.” “Yaas, suh; yaas, suh!” boss, but whar d’yu say A Test of Results SAY youR PRAYERS, B MoTHek; AND I DIDN'T say Div you Bobby —No. THEM LAST MIGHT. AND If NOTHING HAPPENS I SHAN'T BOTHER ANY MORE.—London Weekly T After another block there was the same performance. *'Scuse me boss, but whar d’yu say yu wanter go?” a haberdasher’s,” what impatient reply. Then came the final appeal. “No look a-here, I be'en drivin’ in dis town twenty years and [ain't never giv’ nobody away yit dis niggar whar ‘t is you wanter go."”— Minnesota Foolscap. was the some- boss, yw you jes’ tell The Craze for Decorations Bok—WUat's THE IDEA IN YOUR WEARING THAT BAND OF MOURNIN' Mok—Dox't you kNow DEAD? “Yes, BUT WERE YOU RELATED TO HIM “No, BUT WE HAD OUR ACCOUNTS IN THE SAME BANK."—Sondags-Nisse (Stockholm). a Caxtson 1 A Caution—Mrs, Benham—What did the doctor tell you? Benham—He said that 1 would have appendicitis if 1 didn’t stop irritating my side by constantly putting my hand in my pocket for money.—Boston Tran- script. Not So Bad—“It must be terrible to have to spend most of your life in prison,” said the curiosity seeker. “Oh, it isn’t so bad,” replied the con- viet. “They only have visiting days once a month.”"—Detroit Free Press May Have a Bank Account—* What of the new neighbor: “It is hard to fix their places in society.” “Huh?” “They have neither an automobile nor graphophone.”—Louis? Courier Journal, His Turn—* Bad luck can’t last for- ever.” “What's the matter now?” “T’ve had my turn at good luck Struck a fine cantaloupe for breakfas: this morning.”—Detroit Free Press. comicbooks.com