Judge — November 26, 1921 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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Irrepressible, We Want to Know If Homer was blind, how did he know that Helen of Troy’s cheek was smooth? If Edgar Allan Poe was stewed, where did he lose Leonore that night? If Burns was a Scotchman, how could anybody expect him to write free verse?—Yale Record. Making Good She said She would Go through anything With me, So she started On my Bank account. —Pitt Panther. “What's your idea of clean sport?” “Swimming.”—Syracuse Orange Peel. Joyous, Ir responsible \} \ | =] Satisfaction HE licked his lips. “He liked it, And held up his head for more. But she arose, And stretched, And then Walked over to the dish under the stove; Because that’s where A mama kittie is Supposed to eat, isn’t it? Her little kittie followed His mama kittie. —Washington and Jefferson Wag Jag. Caught The Office Boy—Yessir, I was at my grandmother's funeral. The Boss—Who won?—Wash- ington Sun Dodger. “Don't! I'll call my mother—I will!” “Why? Do you want me to kiss her, too?”—Dartmouth Jack O’Lan- tern. Another Sonnet from the Portuguese PROFESSORS fear the world is going down. We do not see the gentleman of yore; The times of strict politeness now are o'er; And who was courteous once, is now a clown; The times when Fielding wrote were Paradise. Amelia was a shy and modest Miss; And e’er a man could venture for a kiss, He first must that’s nice. be engaged and all Ah, no, my boy, affairs do not stand thus, The ladies like, forsooth, the low- brow man; They like the natural, the boist’rous cuss; The pompous, artful man of ease, they can. The ladies fall for all this cave-man stuff; So treat ’em rough, kid, always treat 7em rough. —Bowdoin Bear Skin. 20 New Definition Prof (in engineering What is a drydock? Stude (in rear)—A physician who won't give out prescriptions. —Brown Jug. class )-- “I wish you would stop drinking for my sake.” “I’m not drinking for your sake.” —Harvard Lampoon. jus loo for the hir for pile ove son on comicbooks:com