Judge — September 17, 1921 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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members of the were selecting Quite So—The church committee their purchase. “I don’t think this is just-the kind of cloth we want,” said one. “What is it to be used for?” asked the salesman. “For covering the church pews,” replied the committeeman. “Oh, I see,” mused the salesman. ou want something with a nap on it."—Town Topics. A SHINING MARK—The only woman congressman is indignant be- cause male congressmen are spout- ing an average of a half million words weekly. This seems to dispose of the old libel that the female of the race is the heavy talker.—Seattle Post- Intelligencer. LogicaL—“Yes, I believe in college athletics. Now, my son was not pop- ular until he got on the ball team and began to bat home runs—” “Then, I suppose, he made friends by the score?”—New York Sun. Ay, Mks. GABB, OUR POSTMISTRES: VILLAGE, BUT NOW THAT THE PRICE 0” P DITCHWATER!”” IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE EVI- The evidence seems to said the detective, “that the thief wore rubbers and walked back- ward,” “Then we must look out for a man with receding gums,” re- marked the ag of the force— Boston Transcript. More Curtailment of Rolling Stock ae Vay Railway Conductor (to nervous passenger)—THE END CAR OF A TRAIN 1S ALWAYS THE MOST: DANGEROUS, Passenger—THEN WHY DO YOU HAVE IT? Kasper (Stockholm). 24 Dried Up at the Source INFORMED WOMAN IN THE DULL As The Passing Show (London). YOUNGSJERS A PERNICIOUS INFLUENCE—Fred- erick had discovered ‘Treasure Island” the other day and devoured it in one blissful fe lasting from breakfast till bedtime, when he was forcibly pried loose from the book. He was obviously in a trance as he undressed, but still his demure mamma was not exactly prepared for the variation which he sprung when he came to s his prayers. “Give us this day our daily bread— yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum!” —San Francisco Chronicle, Nor I Jane, who Was a spins isit her sis ter and family of four children. And from the very first auntie was very much given to offering advice to her sister on the way to feed, dress and treat her children generally. The sis- ter listened in perfect good humor, but not so Sally, her efficient helper. And frankly, Sally said so. “Look here, Miss Jane,” she began, “what do old maids like you and me know about raisin’ children? We hain’t never had none und a person has to have children to know how to raise them.” Aunt Jane smiled a tolerant smile. “Oh, not always, Sally,” she returned. “Now, take those little chickens out there. Don’t you think you know more than their mother? You feed—” But Sally interrupted her. “Yes. ma’am, I feed them, if that’s what you mean. But I hain’t never yit taught any of them to scratech— have 1?”—Indianapolis News. comicbooks.com