Judge — July 2, 1921 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Golferwocky By Ray Car Ive (With apologies to Lewis, Christ- mas, and all the other carols.) "Twas mashie, and the distant ~ green Didspoon and baffie to the dub; All bunker did the bogey seem, And every woodenclub. “Beware the Golferwock, my son! The water deep, the hillside roll! Beware the driver bird, and shun The scrumptious nineteenth- hole.” Drawn by Cuanues A’ Hones He took his lofter short in hand: Long time the sand-trap foe he sought. So rested he by the eighteenth tee, And stood awhile in thought. And as in niblick thought he stood, The Golferwock with eyes of flame, Came eag’ling through the birdie wood, And stymied as it came! One, two! One, two! And through, and through The midiron blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He puttered slowly back. “And hast thou slain the Golferwock? Come to my arms, my brassie boy! Oh, medal play! And match, today!” He chortled in his joy. ’Twas mashie, and the distant green Did “spoon and baffie to the dub; All bunker did the bogey seem, And every woodenclub. Drawn by Cuanes A. Hoomes “Yo-Ho, THERE! “Hey! Qurr waccinc 3 THIS PLANE SOMETHING AWFUL!” Locked Out By Daviv Ferris Kinpy I™ just a yeller pup, A-barkin’ in the night; I hate to get you up, I know it isn’t right. But when you went to bed, You locked the doors all ’round, And left me out. I dread To sleep upon the ground. The wind is bitter cold, And snow is in the air. If I may be so bold, I'd like my cosy chair. And so I ’pologize For waking working men, And hope you'll close your eyes An’ go to sleep again. YOUR TAIL BACK THERE! YOU'RE ROCK RIGHT stDE UP, SIR; OR I'LL PUT YOU IN IRONS: Barn Raising By James A. Sanaker LAST Saturday, Freckles and Speckles and me, Went out to old Hiram Brown’s barn-raising bee, He didn’t invite us, the stingy old cuss, But they wouldn’t have got the barn up without us! There weren’t so many to help Mr. Brown, Dra Forhe hasa mean reputation in town. So Saturday, Freckles and Speck- les and me 4 \ Were busy as any three fellows could be. We fetched ’em their hammers and fetched | ’em more nails, We handed ’em boards and we handed ’em rails, ime | Till dinner-time came, and right then am you should see boy, What was eaten by Freckles and Speckles rath and me. Ikn ; ' Coy Pa says Brownisstingy, I guess that’s nolie; « But Mrs. Brown gave us more cookies and pie stan Than any three fellows could eat and still be be k As happy as Freckles and Speckles and me. my arra Uncle Frank com! I LOVE my Uncle Frank the best ears. Of all my father’s brothers, cons Because he’s nicer than the rest « And richer than the others; impc And when he comes to see my dad, thin He’s always sure to holler, ] “Hello, there, son!” or “ How’s the lad?” tom And slip me half-a-dollar. Ther abou gene prais “7 too— I’m} Sout “y “ws | Wha My : But For | I giv “My Ro Hed Bu “Oh, Ar I wor Fo pp