Judge — June 4, 1921 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Digest — “This is a in Winter. tid Pat as he knocked off Especially ld har-rd work for the day Vis Mike. “Oi do be thinkin’ that ivery toime I put me pickave i Boston Transer On on Mike.—The time had come to dole out the day’s rations, and in an Irish regiment the Quartermaster and his assistant were portioni em out in tion for distribut At last prey just before the orderly men were turned to the Jue to urive, the assistant Quartermaster. With eye, Mike said: “Av ye plaze there’s a loaf short. Who'll 1 give it to?" “Keep it yourseli, Mike,” replied the Quartermaster.—Vational Republican You Can't Beat "Em. came into the office of the Illinois Central Railroad 3 Me name’s Casey 2 twinkle in his sorr, An Irishman president of the { said Oi worruk out in the yards, Oi'd loik a pass to St That is no way to ask for a pass said the president. “You should intro duce yourself politely. Come back in an hour and try it again At the end of the day back came the nan. Doffing his hat, he inquired Are yez the man I saw before? Iam.’ Me name Patrick Casey. Oi've been work nthe var-rds.” *Glad to know you Mr. Casey. What I do for you?" to St. Louis » to hell.” “Oi-ve got a job an’ a pe on th’ Wabash. Yez can Case Ea, Not Built for Two.—Mike had saved up a little money. and when Pat came later the two brothers One day over a few years went’ into the Mike bought a roll-top urrived he said to Pat will do for the keys, one for you, Pat Pat accepted the key, but seemed to be studying the desk “That's all right, Mike,” he said, “but keyhole?"—Boston Trans- coal business lesk and when it The one desk And here are two. wo of us. and one for me where is my cript, Diet! of the WAonaltde S Would Watch It Nor home a “Well, night that a raven has bee for three hundred years. it sol t I 7 Solid pliment boasted Wh “Me matther other ma script You in the ? 1 raven,” replied Pat Aven. And what did you bring bird like that for?” I read in a paper the other m going gh Chroni Bone the foreman paid me today Cassidy it did he say, said that above an in the we POULTRY FOOD. “Well, Pat,” hat kind of a bird have you Telegraph Sure it’s a great ¢ Mike? shoulders. th: orks.”" Open to Conviction THE EN ARE QUITE mt WRONG, MY known to live 1 don’t believe to put it to the test.” I carried more osseus un any FRIEND, BECAUSE EACH TIME YOU TOOK THE FLOOR, YAWNED. Le Journa Imusant (Pa Boston Tran- MOUTH ONCE pues Exertroke but the Second Thought.— Mr I like the apartment very well 10th floor is rather too high The Agent—Bill collectors are not per mitted to use the elevators. “You may make out my lease.”"—Bos ton Globe. Plenty Like Him—* That man never docs a thing around this office for all his hurrying and fussing “T know it, but he carries the biggest bunch of keys of anybody here, and when he hurries they: jan very Bluff is wh Didn't you know impressive. s you by anyhow, these days. that?""—Florida Times-Union. Unfashionably High-Toned—S/ Aren't the Howlers very high-toned people? Me—High-toned? I should say they F Why, when they quarrel you can hear them two blocks away. Boston Transcript The Indomitable Ego—* You think all wealth should be divided uf “L do,” replied the hazy Socialist “Tn what way w« “Oh, most any Wash ld you proceed? ay that'll give me ton Star first pick Getting All [t's Worth. The Rancher subled the price of Ain't you mor'n rope the last few days? The Storekee per—Reckon so. 1" hearin’ some talk of the boys goin’ to lynch the profiteers an’ I’m resolved to sell my life dearly.— Houston Post. veen Look- A Just Demand—The | a-here, I paid an amusement tax of 10 per cent. of the price of my seat The Box-Office Man —Well? “Hand itl I was not amused.”” Detroit News Safety First —First Propiteer—I'm al most ashamed of how much we've made year Profiteer—My dear boy, it’s fe way; we've got to make so ey that the Government won't New York Sun, during the Second the only much mon dare touch us, / |