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HERE is enough concentrated ex- tract in each of these little bottles to make a full quart of de- licious non-alcoholic liqueur, Imported from Nan- cy, France, s. Only “Original Recipes” booklet, upon re- —our_ new sent free “A Message, Boys” By M.L.S. pv E your own life, boys, live your own life, And do it, boys, without a wife! | Don’t have a Mrs. to boss you around, Stay single, boys, and stand your own ground. Darn your own socks, boys, darn them all the time, For a good “darner” find. is darn hard to Cook your own meals or go to the Club, Wash your clothes, boys, in your own tub. Go out of your house and come in when you please, Don’t be afraid to smoke, boys, swear, cough or sneeze. Talk to all the girls, boys, and kid them along, But don’t talk too long, you might get in wrong. Be on your guard, boys, don’t let them rope you in— ’Cause they’re tempting, boys, that’s as sin!” as sure Cat ont this ad and mail it to as, with yot and ‘eddress (no money): and we will Send you sour FAMOUS KARNAK RAZOR by return mail, postpaid. the razor for 20 davs FREGy then if you like it, $1.85. If you don’t like it return it. SEI MORE COMPANY, Dept. 495, st. outa; Mo. FesMurray Snoppy-Quops By FEG Murray and BILL TITCOMB I [= SRE’S Snoppy lost in meditation. He doesn’t note the combination That brings the sun to concentration, | So soon to cause him consternation. I fear his sudden elevation Quite p bly in conflagration— Should aught be found for in- humation I heartily advise cremation. Great Discoveries (Continued from 5.) “Henry! Henry Fliggi: Mr. Fliggis, so proud, so command- ing, so stern a ruler of his wife and home, so great a tyrant, looked at his wife and surprised. This was not her usual meek tone. “I have written mother to come, Henry,” said Jane Ann Fliggis in a cold but firm tone. “I have asked her to come and bring her furniture and her hair dye and her poodle. I have asked mother to come and stay with us during August, September, Octo- ber, November and December, 1921, and the entire calenda of 1922, 1928, 1924, 1925 and 1926 and until she passes from this life in our best bedroom, happy and contented, not having had one harsh or unpleasant word from you, Henry Fliggis! And mind you remember that! No, not a word, Henry! Be careful, now! Who, may I ask, is Sunbeam Sponge- cake? And how many more little Sunbeams have been brightening the hours during which you said im- portant business affairs kept you at the office? Mother, Henry, will rive on the 6:30, Monday next. You will meet her, Henry, and welcome her as a loving son would welcome her. Understand?” “Yes, my dear,” humbly. “You had better, if you know what is good for you,” said Jane Ann. Mrs. Fliggis accomplished all this without leaving her own home. She overthrew a tyrant and established a page said Mr. Fliggis 30 DIAMONDS For a Few Cents a Day Send No Money We will send you—upon your simple request — 0 ‘of diamond Charge-Account Plan By our new charge-account choice oof funared of feces nite Jewelry fa aur Send your name and address today’ for our 0 : just but severe reign by a discovery in which she employed but one hand with four fingers and a thumb. What would the much vaunted Columbus have discovered had he used one hand only? What, I ask, might not Mrs. Jane Ann Fliggis have dis- covered if she had had three ships, three crews and the whole Atlantic Ocean for achieving her discoveries? O poor, weak Columbus! O mighty, invincible, all-worshipful Jane Ann Fliggis! Fame does indeed bestow her laurels blindly. The Imitative Instinct Mrs. Skinnum—Why are all the rest of you children hiding from Tom? Little Susie Skinnum—We're play- ing house, and Tommy is the butcher come with his bill.