Judge — May 12, 1923 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by KeNNeTH Fercuson, Stanford Some Lecturers by Arthur Bronstein, Harcard °24 JF 8 certs country, Lusi the ain submarine captain toured this aking on “Why I Sank the audiences would overflow ver since Cato spoke to the Roman senators on his observations in Carthage, there have been speakers to talk and people to listen. No wonder that Herr Kapitan- Leutnant Helmuth von Muecke — sug- gested name, tha wants to lecture here in America about his experiences durjng the war while com- mander of the cruiser Emden. That he in- speak in (the only familiar sp ania,” his town halls. tongue his faith in our American colleges. Personally, our taste runs to other, more notorious con- temporary. celeb We would give much to hear Herr Hindenburg and his “Line,” and Lloyd George on “This Way Out” or “From Peak to Pikes.” With lecturing so much more ative than memoir writing, we en suggest that Will Hohenzollern America to speak on “From White House to Log Cabin,” with illustrations of » of the wood lugged over. A striking crowd would always be sure to be present. Sometimes we regret not having lived in “Stanford "24. Just try to take a slant at these eyes. Two way down in front. the grand old days gone by, when Thackeray and Dickens came over in grand éclat with in high dudgeon with liked to listen to eak on “Why I Kept My Hand y @ When I Posed for Deer eacha. 2 lly edifying would have been Nero, on “lame.” And we should h: liked to hear, almost as much as friend Briggs would, Alaric the Van answer to “I Wonder What a Bar- barian Thinks About.” The possibilities were limitless in history. But bygones will stay bygones, despite Jess Willard. We must be content with our present crop of lecturers, and ask Margot over again. For that matter, we should ask the busy B’s te come and lecture us; have Bernstorff, and Boy-ed, and Biilow over Drawn by Eric SonNicn, Purdue John—George burned a hole in his pants. Held—Did he carry any insurance? His coat tail covered the 13 here to speak on and collect some of “ Amerikanische Reich.” If these came, brought along Tirpitz and the Crown Prince, the Reparations Commission could stop wor- rying. solution to indemniti is in sight, and the Chautauqua or the Lt Nations should not overlook it. tae y in Boston Don Gardner, Carnegie Tech ‘24 AT'S Meow. Good Point Feline’s exclamation. Admirable retrospect. Dirty Dig—Tarnished excavation. Wise Crack—Sophisticated crevice. Knows His uff—Comprehends terial. Better and Better—Continually ameliorated. Well Soused—Aesthetically illuminated. Play Golf—Encounter the inters tt Drab Olive by T. M. Bernstein, Columbia *24 AIR OLIVE never rolls her socks Or puffs the filthy weed; She never wears foreshortened smocks; She never grafts a feed; She's never given boys a trial In speedsters built for two; She never drops a sprightly smile As subway doors slam to. Sweet Olive’s asked by all the men, How does she get that way? She’s practically a saint, but then, Who cares for olives, hey? his ma- comicbooks.com