Judge — October 8, 1921 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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“See Food” Lt Dorothy was severely rep- rimanded by her mother for re- turning from the grocery with a package of cornflakes instead of the cornmeal which she was instructed to purchase. “Now, Dorothy,” cautioned her mother, “you must make it your duty to ask that your purchase be shown you before it is wrapped. That is the only way that an error can be avoided.” The next day the child was sent to the store for a can of clam chowder. Somehow Dorothy forgot her instructions and allowed the clerk to wrap it up. Then she sud- denly thought of what her mother had told her and asked the salesman to unwrap it so that she may see what she is paying for. “But, my dear child,” argued the grocer in a convincing manner, “you can plainly see that a can of soup is in this parcel.” “Yes,” answered Dorothy, “but it might be tomato soup for all I know. I want to see the clams!” The Toucan and the Gnu By Epwarb LIEB. (HE Toucan and the Gnu Were walking in the zoo, Discussing of the many things That each of them could do. The Gnu said to the Toucan, “T eat more hay than you can. T eat and drink and chew and think More than any two can.” “Why, that is nothing new,” Said the Toucan. “That, I knew. The new hog in the catalogue Was called Gnuhoy for you. But there’s one thing a Toucan Do, better than a Gnu can; To eat my fill I fill my bill With more than you who chew can. Then archly spake the Gnu, As zoo Gnus always do, “We both, I fear, are very queer, Let’s have no great to-do.” So the Gnucan and the Tou, (I mean, the Toucan and the Gnu) To till the kime, they ralked in thyme, While zalking in the woo. ” A Southerner on Snow By Marie SCHULTE KALENBACH. LMILe pickaninny Sammy, From the far and sunny South Saw the first few snowflakes falling With a wide, wide open mouth. “Mammie, mammie, O come quickly, Look up hyere, we ain’t forgotten, ‘Cause dem angels up in heben Am a-pickin’ cotton!” z Pop Mouse—It’s dog-gone lucky I happened to have that blow- out near this doughnut jar. Hard to Tell “Mother,” said little George, thoughtfully, “I saw a poor old lame man to-day.” “What was the matter with him, dearie?” “Well, I couldn’t ’zactly figure out whether one leg was too long or the other too short.” As She Thought. “What is your new little brother's name, Elsie?” asked the kind old gentleman. “IT don’t know yet. We can’t understand a word he says.” Drawn by ViviAN L, Fritz, A Coming Chicken. MM Toby, My Dog By ROBERT O. BALLOU. posy. my dog, had a bath in the morning, Slept in the sun for the rest of the day ; Karly at night he jumped up without warning, Yelped like a hound and went tearing away! Toby, my dog, Toby, my dog, Jumped in the air like a yellow bull- frog. Toby came home through the back country ditches, Tired, and white as my _ grand- daddy’s beard, Maybe he’d been with the fairies and witches, But Toby, my dog, told me never a word! Toby, my dog, Toby, my dog, White like the ghost of an ancient bull-frog. Toby has changed and looks very much older— Cannot sleep now without twitching his ear— Won’t chase the cat any more when I scold her— Tody will ne’er be the same dog, I fear! Toby, my dog, Poor Toby dog, Toby's ears twitch like the legs of a frog! comicbooks.com