Judge — May 12, 1923 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Health Hints by Northeutt Ely, Stanford °24 TEVER feed chewing gum to a giraffe. If troubled by insomnia, a machine- with the round end carefully oothed, will help. ‘A sharp hatchet, or, if required by excep- tional cases, a small hack-saw, will be found invariably successful in the treatment of sore toes. Ten parts of muriatic acid diluted with one part of water will work wonders with a stomach-ache. ‘The that + to Le he cittes 90 per cent of the girls resort to “Polling their own” in the summer, VOM) Get there te Summer Drawn by J. H. Fist, Boston '26. ee To Ruby by Irvin P. Myerson, U. of Georgia N ARY is sweet Vl And Sara petite, And Nell has a heart that’s true. Helen is clever, And Rose loves ever, But Ruby can make home brew! When Knighthood Was in Flower by A.M.Coon, Cornell N the blithe and merrie Middle Age when boiler plate was the happy boy) a gallant was full of joy nine o'clock he would arise and summon var- lets forth with cries to help him in his knobby suit so he could fight and eke dispute —he couldn’t dress, as you and I, with a dive, a shake and a wriggle spry; a block and tackle served instead to lower his coat about his head; they fasten- ed up his two-ton jeans by aid of rivet- ing machines, and with his cast-iron Stet- son hat he w: at. So after he had sup- ped (belike because he had no motor bike) he’d mount upon his charger true and seek for gallant things to do; he’d roam the country to and fro in search of signs of dam- sel's woe, for, being of the Table Round he was, of course, a joust- ing hound and craved to get into a mess for all bun-dusters in dis- tress, to dent a horrid ogre’s casque and take away his pocket flask, to chase him down to Camelot and sink him in a six-foot plot. Although he had a lovely time a-rescuing of ladies fine, and was quite weighted down with tin, I'm just as glad I am not him; I'm glad I'm of this day and age, and maybe you will call me sage if I confess it seems all right to me to be a parlor knight. Drawn by Rut Hunch by W. F Drawn by A. M. Coon, Cornell, Hunch by P. B. GukNey, Cornell BUTTERMILK? The tale of Flo, who milked a goat Is the strangest one could utter; She tapped the goat with a pail of milk, And lo!—it turned to butter! 15 KaurMan, Carn She—I think you're perfectly horrid. You act posi- tively intoxicated. He—It ishn’t that, m’dear, but I wuz jush tryin’ to think what did the one horse shay? NY ARY had a little stay For everyone—and—so, The leaves of her engagement book Were just as white as snow. Now Mary had a little smile, Accompanied by a blush That accounts for the broken arms Some chaps got in the rush! by R. A. Van Lennen, St. Mary's, Ky. * He Rho’d into the Delta by Albert Margolis, N. ¥.U.°25 IGMA a song,” she coved, S He Psi'd, “But I am hungry.’ “Phi, for shame,” she booed. “But you had Beta Gamma A piece of Pi, you know, I must Eta bit of it, To have the power to Rho.” “Babe, Iota spank you,” The little Lambda said; Babe Rho’d on, without his Pi, And now the poor Greek’s dead. Carter Drawn by Don P. Peter, Emory and’ Henry ‘College “A neck hound. comicbooks.com