Judge — March 26, 1921 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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Vindictive Nature—What’s go. ing on here?” “It looks like a bank robbery,” said the phlegmatic citizen. Aren't you going to interfere?” “Nope,” said the citizen, as he thrust his hands in his pockets and spat into the gutter. “The president of that there institution once refused to lend me $50 on a note indorsed by four of my friends, If this gang cleans him out it'll serve him right.”—Birmingham Age- Herald. Printing Facilities—“ We are faced with one of our most serious currency problems,” exclaimed the bolshevist financial officer. “What's the trouble?’ inquired his colleague. “Is our money still depre- ciating? Worse than that. The pressmen have gone on a strike." —Washington Star. rbon Mot Fatal to Friendship—“ Mr, Wa: leigh seems to have few intimate friend: “Tt’s his own fault.” “Why so?” “He's always lending sums ranging from $10 to $50 to people who talk as if they would die of chagrin if they owed him the money longer than twenty-four hours, and then proceed to make it a life-time obligation.” —Birmingham Age: Herald. The Human’ Tendency—“ You think it ought to be easier for you to borrow money?” “1 do,” replied Farmer Corntossel “And that isn’t all I think. After the been borrowed some further arrangements ought to be made to pre- vent so much trouble about payin’ it back.” —Washington Star. Interested—‘ Henry, a fortune teller said I was going to Florida.” “T'll go around at once and see that teller.”” for?” She may be able to tell me where to get the money.”—Birmingham Age- Herald. Brigitte (scrubbing vigorously) —You ARE AS BLACK AS A COAL-HEAVER! WANT TO COME NEAR YoU. Jimmy (between breaths)—On, I puxxo. ris) Nonovy woutp I sex you Kiss THe coaL-MAN.—Le Journal glance of lofty disdain. The Modern Mother “You SAY HE WANTS A PLACE AS AN EK RAND Boy. Is HE HONEST “YES, INDEED; BUT HE ALSO U Tuat Business 1s Business (Stockholm) ERSTANDS You Never Can Tell—Her hair was gray, and her head bowed with a weight f cars. ed heavily on the arm of a taxicab driver as she made her way to the desk of a downtown hotel and registered, “I am expecting my son to call,” she said, and left a street address, presumably a home address in Marion, Ind . Next day she was gone. The manager, even he who has long n in the business, thought there must have been a mistake, and wrote to Marion. A reply was received next day: “Ad- dress unknown.” —Detroit Free Press He Fails Sometimes—* The weath er yesterday was not what you pre dicted.” “Maybe not,”” snarled the weather man. “But do you blame the fellow who tries to pick the races for you day by day?"—Louisville Courier-Journal. Forethought—“I don’t like these photos at all,” he said. “I look like an he photographer favored him with a “You should have thought of that before you had them taken,” was his reply as he turned back to work.— American News Trade Journal. comicbooks.com