Judge — October 15, 1921 — page 25: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A BARD CREATES A SENSATION— The copy reader looked upon the verse I handed in— His eyes began to sparkle, and he cracked a cheerful grin; He called the copy boy, and lo! in spite of all the heat, The voice wherewith he summoned him was gentle—even sweet! The boy he took the copy and he started up the stair; He glanced upon the pages and he hummed a merry air. The copy cutter took the bunch, all listless and distrait— He took another look and instantly was blithe and gay. Slug Seven took the copy and he hung it on his hook— He saw the page and jocund joy dis- placed his surly look; And merrily he rattled on the lino- type machine— And it was found the galley proof was absolutely clean! The proof went to the proofroom, and the copy went along The copy holder took a look and then burst into song; The office rang with glee, that day— they talk about it still “Ted Robinson has bought a brand- new ribbon for his mill!” Ted Robinson in Cleveland Plain Dealer. Nort A MopERN Story—“No, Mr. Scrawl,” regretted the editor of the Fortnightly Flipper, “your story is fairly good in construction, but it would tax the credulity of my read- ers. You write such impossible things.” “I was not aware that anything in my story savored of the impossible,” ventured the fountain-pen wielder. “Oh, but it does!” asserted the ed- itor. “Listen to your own words in chapter three. “‘Our hero, rich at last, strode blithely down the sweet-scented lane towards the home of his parents. “‘He caught sight of the rose- decked cottage at last and broke into a run.” The author nodded complacently. “‘He dashed madly to the wicket- gate,’” continued reading the editor, “‘and then, to his great sorrow, found that the dear old place was to let!’ “That, sir,” snapped the editor, “is ridiculously impossible!”—Brooklyn Eagle. “Wonderful! The American chemists have discovered a poison whereby three drops on the skin is enough to kill a man.” “Great! That does away en- tirely with equipment: We shall no longer be obliged to carry a squirt and an umbrella.”—Le Rire (Paris). A RaRE BirD—“What have we here?” “A letter to the editor.” “But it’s more than a column long.” “Our correspondent says he has never written a letter to the editor before, and he thinks he’s entitled to some consideration.” “There’s something in that.”—Bir- mingham Age-Herald. > TIONS—“I hear that Jubb’s prodigal son came home and said he would be contented to be treated like one of the servants.” “He had all the nerve in the world, didn’t he?”—The American Legion Weekly. IN LONELYVILLE — “Why around the station like this? train for four hours.” “T want to see if I can’t intercept a cook starting back for town.” —Louisville Courier-Journal. WELL-INFORMED—‘“Is Mrs. dere a well-informed woman?” “T should say so. Her cook has lived with all the other families in the neighborhood.”—Boston Tran- script. hang No Nex- TYRANT—Boggs—Well, 1 Can’t be late HOME have to toddle on now. for dinner. Joggs—Afraid of your wife, eh? “Oh, dear, no; it's the cook’s feel- ings I’m thinking about.’’-—Columbia State. ‘ THE WHITE WAISTCOAT “And look here, I don’t want another white waistcoat. I find it very unpractical.”—Fliegende Blaetter (Munich), 2 comicbooks.com