Judge — July 21, 1923 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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

English ou see a beautiful girl walking down the street. She’s singular, you arc nominative. You walk across to her, changing to verbal, and then it becomes dative. If she is not objective you J i? Y become plural. You walk home | to- : . AY ¢ SAN" \ IT gether. Her mother is accusative and you become imperative. You talk the future, she changes to the objective, WITH THE COLLEGE WITS you kiss her and she becomes masculine. Her father becomes present, things are Irrepressible, Joyous, Irresponsible tense, and you become a past participle — Dartmouth Jack o’ Lantern. The Phlaw in Phyllis True Love oD o san LLIS, ¥ obvious beauty Artnocce he does not know me well, She—Im sorry, but T can’t return Pee eae eee Hag scarce’ hail’ time’torloverme: your ring. oo. . ted a wallon of Carter’ One fact to all the world I'll tell, He—Well, then, just give me the ticket. sted a gal arter’s ne fac I the work —Oregon Lemon Punch: gin myriad ways Tf carly to my grave I fell, ee : t with a semblance of justice That boy would weep above me. The charms that I simply can’t phrase. I know that he would deeply mourn, There aren't. the right words in the _ His grief beyond endurance, wiiguase If ere my time my corpse were borne To tell of your glorious eyes, ‘To earth, with sorrow he'd be torn— Or the intricate coil of your tresses He sold me my insurance, That mocks at peroxide and dyes, Harvard Lampoon. Or your mouth (which I know from its wae contact Senior—How do you like your new Is really a rose in disguise!). room? Soph—Rotten. There aren't half ‘Then, too, you have other perfections: enough chairs to hold my. clothes.— You sing like a bird on a bough; Oregon Lemon Punch. If it’s riding, or golfing, or swimming, r Or tennis, you're there—but allow rebut | “Do you ever pick anyone up when Me to venture my one inspiration : ) you are not drivin You dance, Phyllis dear, like a cow! “Nos I alwaye Jeave dliem: topos Ashes to ashes. —Princeton “ ambulance.” —Yale Record. —Brown Jug. Officer (to man found in gambling den) Z (samy —You're under arrest. = Man—Why, 'm a locksmith! i a <p) ae “What were you doing in here just hes “Making a bolt for the door.”"—Ne- ww braska Awgwan. ews Parad “Time is ungallant.” “At last I got in the movies.” “Howzat?” “How'dvuh work it?" “It tells on a woman.”—Northwest- “Paid my quarter.” —Amherst Lord Jeg, ¢%4 Purple Parrot. rd The Rah-rah Boy (Varietatis Collegiati) Prose zoron suit And black brogue shoes: A constant thirst For girls and booze. Hat on his nose, No cuffs on pants; All he can do Is pet and dance. Pipe in his mouth, Slouch in his walk, No brains at all— Just talk—talk—talk. Pin-covered vest lprinshy » full of gum; She—What'’s that bump on your fore- He may look good head? Gambling. But gosh, he’s dumb! He—That’s where a thought struck —Colorado Dodo. —Washington Sun Dodger. me.—Ohio Sun Dial. 21 comicbooks.com