Judge — November 25, 1922 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Hoppy, restful Combined in ownership management. Hospitable, quict homelike. Broad deck porches overlooking the sea. Beautiful pavilions and sun path rvoms. Golfand yacht club privileges. On Beach and Boardwalk, Ame Plin. Write for folder and +. ~ Leeosand LiPrINCOTT COMPANY “Convenient to Everywhere” RITTENHOUSE |; HOTEL 22d & Chestnut Sts Philadelphia »Pa A hotel of the highest type ca- tering only to the best patronage Rooms with het and ur wold running water D2 ur bath $3 Clab Breakfast, 50¢ up Special Luncheon, 90¢ Evening Dinner, $1.25 As well as service a la carte. Rooms with Mausie Daring Luncheon, Dinner and Supper, straight for the cup, McDougal Putters chined for accuracy balanced, Flat, med lie; left hand, ‘medium lie only. Sent postpaid on receipt of $7.00 THE THISTLE PUTTER CO. J 63 CamiSt NYC are uniformly d perfectly lalways ahead, sir.” Drawn by Haroto D. RRAMAN, Color Sergeant, R.O.T.C, First Officer—I see Congress has made another appropriation for wire- less antennae. Second Ditto (formerly a business man)—No doubt; they’re always in- creasing the overhead. Raed Colonels by Ralph Milne Farley WEEN. after, twenty-odd sears as Secretary of State of Massachu- setts, Colonel Olin was succeeded by Colonel Langtry, people used to ask the latter how he came by his title, and he used to reply by telling the following story: A Northerner was once introduced to Colonel So-and-so from Kentucky, and asked him, just to make conversation, if he had served in the war between the vanish War?" vinky not the World Wa “Do they call you colonel just because you come from Kentucky “Then, would you mind telling me just how you come by the title?” “Well, sah, [reckon I inherited it from my wife's first husband, sh.” OMEWHERE in France,” where he should not have been, an officer en- countered a drunken soldier of the First Division on July 8, 1918, and the follow- ing conversation occurred: Officer—W1 ‘ou doing here? y ing the Fourth of But the Fourth of July is long passed.” “I mean the French Fourth (14th) of July.” “But that is a week ahead,” “Yes, sir, but the First Division is (Snappy salute.) 24 FTER the war with the continued meeting of old friends who had served together across the sea, many amusing and unusual reunions occurred. One in particular is told by a popular and witty major of the Regular Army, who was much liked by his men. He was sta- w York after the war and 2 stopped by: som srvice man in civil clothes, who uld spring stiffly to attention, salute 1 then inquire the major beac ches near Beste decided ‘to ake a long swim, and endeavoring to get bac in to shore were carried down the coast a considerable distance and landed, pretty well fatigued, on a strange beach, As lay on the sands recovering their they noticed the portly domineering figure of a man approachi As he drew near to the two tired bathers, he burst out angrily, “See here! Do you know this is private ground? “What's that?” said the major. “T said, this is private ground,” the other, growing red in the face, “Oh,” said the major, walking to 1 him and holding out his hand, “I'm shty glad to sce you a 2 dround. What company were you in? —H. L. Reese, Capt., Inf., O. R. C. tae EO negro soldiers of the Sth Infantry were engaged in a boxing bout at Nogales, Ariz. The fight progressed merrily and fairly evenly for several rounds, much to the enjoyment of the sembled friends of the two contestants. . one of them seemed to be getti iis rather prominent nose in the way of the other's blows and was being hit’ repeatedly on this member. Irritated and I by the pain his inability t himself he finally ex- claimed to his | ent: said * same spot. Da ain't no science in hittin’ allus on de . M.wvor-Generar R. 1. Buttanp. nose! C. in C.—Where's the Army? Orderly—He's. playing solitaire. C. in C—Where’s the Navy Orderly—He is making a new. pair of oars for the fleet.—Wittiaw F, Wenpt, Drawn by L. S. Barrott, USMA, eat Point, N.Y. The West Point morning hymn— “When the roll is called out yonder I'll be there.”