Judge, 1922-02-11 · page 24 of 36
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Digest of the World’s Humor «* A ND her mean husband thinks she’s extravagant.” “Why?” “Just because she insists on having Fido’s monogram stamped on his dog- biscuits."— Washington Post. “How'd you get so bow-legged?” asked one corner ornament of the other in the neighborhood of Pike and Madison Street on the lower east side. “Did they let you walk too soon?” “Naw,” growled the bow-shinned one, “my old man used to swat flies on my head, an’ he swatted me so hard he bent my pins.”"—Pittsburgh Dis- A man had just bought a postage stamp at the drug store. “Three cents,” said the proprietor when payment was preferred. “How's that?” asked the customer. “The government is about to put the price up, and we are simply antici- pating the market.”—Portland Press. “The bluff, cheery optimism of the late Senator Frye,” said a Lewiston divine, “could not brook a whiner. Once at a dinner here in Lewiston, a whiner seated opposite Senator Frye said dolefully, “I have only one friend on earth—my dog.” “Why don’t you get another dog?” asked Senator Frye.—Boston Herald. PATHOS UP TO DATE What is there more pathetic in life than the spectacle of a sturdy Boy Scout attempting to perform his day’s good deed by begging his mother to give up smoking?—London Mail. 22 “You say this movie cost a million?” “Just about,” said the producer. “Don’t you know the public cannot be fooled by that sort of advertising any longer? The people know movies don’t cost a million dollars.” “Who's talking about dollars? This movie was made in Germany. If you are so darned inquisitive, figure out how many marks it takes to make a dollar.”—Birmingham Age-Herald. The Dowager—What has become of Mr. Gadabout? He used to be quite a society lion. The Old Tea Hound—He doesn’t go out any more. He married a society lion tamer.—Houston Post.