Judge, 1923-03-24 · page 21 of 36
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B c First Moth (D9) to Second Moth come down here and look at these moth D | (F3)—Great Cedar’s ghost, Minnie, balls! 19 Scooty Blear by C.W. Myers [ss a duffer wha says th’ reason he nearly al wonderfu’ recov- ery shot frae th’ rough or trap or bunker is that he has hacd mair practice playin’ frae sic’ a lie than frac ony ither part 0° th’ coorse. + * % B. A, Rum—I notice that Bill Smith is gettin’ verra bald, Dan Druff—1 canna tell a lie. I did it wi’ my little germ. + * * Dolly Vardon—1 understan’ that th’ gawf clubs are cager tae get fishermen as members. Billy Steelhead—Yes, for a gude pur- pose. They'll scare a’ th’ angle-worms awa’ frac th’ greens, + # & Th’ Capitol has lang been wet, Wi? whuskey Th’ statesmen d Aboot th’ Vols Until—O psha Upshaw. Ane only has tae watch a gawf in- structor givin’ a lesson hell” tae realize that patience is a virtue indee Fair weather gawfers, by an’ large, are nae o° th’ stoof champions are made 0’, [hae observed. rey Ballades of a Dub by ALN. C. Fowler To-morrow I Must Play With Wife morrow sharp at ten) lecture course, I know, consort feels the yen To grab her trusty driver, blow To number one and come back slow— Which isn’t much in her young life Yet this will get my nanny, bo— To-morrow I must play with wife. UR course (t TH earn about the sins of men And, when they die, where they must go; I'll hear her firmly state again That she alone should Bootleggers get from 1 As cutting as a whetted knife That marriage brings her only woe— To-morrow I must play with wife. the dough She'll grow And can I play like In all this eloque Til me And keep my he: To duck the dread domestic strife Of my sweet spouse’s overflow— To-morrow I must play with wife. LEnvoi Vox clamans, you are sure de trop When on the golf course you are rife; I want but little here by To-morrow I must play with wife. comicbooks.com