Judge — May 12, 1923 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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

n by CHARLES CiLD, Harvard ‘23. Noah (drunk)—Jehosaphat! I’ve got ’em again—I’m seeing double! SIR GAWAINE AND THE ATHLETIC OGRE by Northeutt Ely, Stanford * fire. “Make ready, and we At the end of five hours and fort he said; “if 1 win, I take minutes I was near dropping. I was t ous, fearing the Ogre would get my 2 r 3 alf-soling, nd if J win, O Ogre, I get thy collar- mor, for I y no barrels about. But I nted, and le searching for bone to give the Queen for a paper-weight,” hada bright idea. cobbler that this remarkable adventure be- I replied. “Sir Ogre,” I said, “I know an exercise ne. we star competition of the at which I can beat thee. Canst touch thy Iked till my corns hurt, « he ing-up exercis ut I was at a dis- es without bending of the knee-bones 2” fatigued, removed my hi . Some advant for my armor needed oiling and ,” he said, “make to hand over illed’ it with bricks at i after some hours the joints began to stick. your armor, barrel or no barrel. What is ce. I was 1 t your laundry-mark 2” how I should singe of or So we did the stooping-over exercise. turn, when I ¢ sec ently he said, “Knight, I have beaten sight that ever yreeted morta ee! Unjoint! I laughed. “Ogre,” I_ said, “thou an Ogre—not of the sort th ’ hast failed to use the berry. Did I not say dwells inside mince pies, but a real one. that this was to be an exercise of stooping As I watched he was jumping up and down and touching the t Look at your and I stopped him and asked pedal extremities. Y nnot touch your toes because they are not toes, but hoofs! rned to face me, and I blanched Thou'rt disqualitied!” with horror. Such 1 He had a lo! Whereupon the Ogre surrendered his curiously knotted at the end, anc J collarbone, much discomtited, and I carved beady eyes that glowed. One was ~ ~~ . another notch in my sword. d one red, albeit Ir orn : RN : ste was port and which starboard. : S USED to walk upon the streets, tremendous heigh ane iThe wondrous sights to see, e might tie his she The wind would blow and help the causes Sir Knight Drawn by Dorotuy Dick, U. of Chi Those were the days for me; nm taking x : To-day I walk upon the street; am taking my t!”'T ane “Well, Mabel, how was the fishing The wind is blowing stronger, of the All. Up at Jazz Lake?” But all of that means naught to me, S Geun e “No luck! I had good bait, but my ‘They wear their dresses longer. The Ogre sarcastically spa all qua line wasn’t strong enough to hold em.” Homer D. Miller, Ohio Wesleyan ’26. comicbooks.com