Judge — November 12, 1921 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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

DISARMAMENT AS IT WAS WRITTEN “They shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.”—Isaiah ii. 4; Micah iv. 3 Quite True LITTLE Cupid oft unravels Tangled skeins that go astray; Little Cupid always travels In the straight and arrow way. From the Red Sea to the Black Sea, Though we walk or ride in hacks, All existence is a taxi, With the accent on the tax. You must cultivate some ism When you're thirsty for a nip, So go in for hypnotism, With the accent on the hip. A Yawp About Yap By Wm. S. ADKINS F YAP Mayhap You well may reck. The map Shows Yap As just a speck. Yet Yap, Old chap, Makes quite a mess. The scrap O’er Yap Fills half the press. The Bright Side Amateur Gardner (inspecting very unsatisfactory crop, the result of his season’s labors)—I’m afraid I should have used much more fertilizer. His Wife—But think how the weeds would have grown! Tired “I bought these records only six months ago and I haven’t played them more than five hours a day and they’re all worn out already.” “But, madam, we only guarantee our records for six thousand miles.” comicbooks.com