Judge — October 8, 1921 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Irrepressible, THIS RINGS TRUE Ben—My father makes a living giving the public thrills. Gwen—An aviator. Ben—No, an alarm clock sales- man.—Cornell Widow. Miss Bachelor of Arts PENSIVE and solemn, a tiny bit sad Is the smile that this maid gives to me. Quite the new stern and responsible grad Is the girl with the A. B. degree. Now if you should ask me these symbols to solve, I'm sure I would feel it my duty To join with professors and firmly resolve That the letters “A. B.” mean “A Beauty.” —~Stanford Chapparal. ASynonymousSymposium SMITHERS sat slyly slipping slivers of liver into his mouth. Smithers always had livers for din- ner. And he demanded his livers in small slivers. Suddenly a frown came over his face. “Garckon!” he demanded. Smithers was proud of his French accent. The waiter slipped softly side. “These livers are small enough slivers.” The waiter became confused. He to his not cut into Joyous, was all apologies, in fact he was one large apology. “Monsieur Smithers slivers in smaller livers “No! No! I want my smaller smithers.” “You mean your slivered livers?” “No! Smithers livered in slithered slippers.” “Oh! Slivers of slithers smithered in slippered livers?” “Great God, no! slivers in smaller smither “Oh, yes, smithered slippers of sippered slithered liver Smithers changed a custom of years. “Bring me a kidney,” he croaked.—Harvard Lampoon. wants his livers in slippers in sippered ere es “That girl next door told me she was leading a dog’s life.” “What did you do?” “T called her (R)over.”—Bow- doin Bear Skin. Irresponsible She—Why do you believe in free love? He—Because I'm broke.—Bos- ton Beanpot. What Size Yes, nature is Certainly wonderful... Did you ever See a pair Of lips ‘That wouldn't Fit? California Pelican. Repartee She—The man who marries me must be bold and daring. He—Yes, he must.—Williams Pur- ple Cow. Historical Puzzle Earnest Stude—One thing about Joan of Arc has always puzzled me, professor. Prof.—What is it? y -When she needed money, E. S.—And she was in full armor— Prof.—Continue— E. S.—How did she reach her stocking?—Dartmouth Jack o' Lan- tern. Imagination He—Won’t you please kiss me good-night? She—What, foolish, can you imag- ine my kissing you? “T sure can!” “Then do! Tech. Voo Doo. Good-night.”—Mass. comicbooks.com