Judge — May 6, 1922 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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

Drawn by PAUL W. HEASLEY U. of Pittsburgh ‘23 “Have you had your iron to-day?” ODE TO A TEDDY By G. Fred Brewer, Wisconsin '22 MOST dainty, fluffy underwear What luck it is to you there Man’s eyes are seldom thusly blessed A silken rustle at the best Is all the evidence he knows Of woman’s charming underclothes Immodestly in window there You cause the men to stop and stare Although I blush to gaze at you, I know that ere the spring is through I'll hear my father wildly swear At bills for sister’s underwear Drawn by FReo Fister, Stanford "24 GALOSHING THROUGH LIFE By C. P. Lathrop, Rutgers '22 WHY worry? says the College man, We laugh aloud at time and weather. When stormclouds come we teach our Frosh To care nought for his cloth or leather, But scuff a gay galosh Why worry? says the College man, Life is too short, and Death too long, So with a smile we take the josh, Greet criticism with a song, And scuff a gay galosh Why worry? says the College man, That motto served us well in France. While rabbit hunting ‘gainst the Boche We didn’t ride with plume and lance, But seuf a mean galosh. Why worry? says the College man A cheer cleans better than a sigh The dirt in life can't stand the wash The grouch can't make the grade, that’s why We scuff a gay galo Over, Yes sober as a convention of orgue, there, Freshie? Junior—Why ys in a n t exams over? ‘rosh—Over nothin’! They're over my d, that's what. Robinson Newcomb, Oberlin He Was ppant Flapper—Oh, are you on the F crev Kid Camouflage—I was the stroke until I found out that it made me sick to ride backwards R. J. Sloan, Cornell Evva—How I love these cold winter nights! Green—Do you do it in the spring, too? AN EPISTLE On Sending a Term Bill Home DEAR Dab: Another term has rolled apace Again the mercenaries of this pl Beset us fore and aft with bill It is their right to dun us, and the And so, while wishing you the k I take my privilege to pass th I hope that it affects you not too sore Cheer up! Just think —it might be even more! So here enclosed within this little verse To Make a raid upon your fatted purs Is that which will convince you surer Your loving son was rightly titled Bunt William Grant I Drawn by A. R. Sixcom, Title by M. C. Sawai,’ Y Her Father—Look here, young man! What are you doing with my daugh- ter? Stude—Why—that is—I'm teaching her a new dance step. “H’'m! We knew that when I was a boy! COLUMBUS WAS WRONG By Jess Hoke, U. of Oklahoma '22 THE people of the olden times declared the world was flat, That if you kept on walking straight you'd learn the truth of that They could give you many would make you stop and think They could tell you how the ocean kept from falling o’er the brink; Even had an explanation t the setting sun; They could answer all your questions, ye could answer every one s that t explained Now in those olden d. they had none of ur pleasure cars, y hadn’t started fig’ring on an airplane trip to Mars didn’t have the wireless and they had Edison electric light to them was still unknown; Their only music was by mouth, in those sad days of old They hadn't yet di money made of gold. “hooch,” or You cannot name a ple in olden days Golf had not bi no golfing ¢ O'er faces women wore « rag; the soul kiss was unborn; They hadn't been awakened by the mowers of early morn; They didn’t have no poker game The wildest parties that they threw would now be far too tame. sure that they had discovered, so they had ane golf,” they had They do not know what they have missed by choosing to live then, For they declared the world was flat and, say, it must have be