Judge — July 28, 1923 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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

L A D Y B U G S Verses by Norman Krichbaum Sketches by Harry Shock MARY OF THE PRAIRIE YE upon some lonesome prairie There dwells a maid whose name is e her friends, you see, c logs with many a flea. Till she devel Hie kleptom And got to stealing like the devil— So now she lives upon the level. DIANA OF THE PIANO zr to my fiancée Diana, Thump-thumping on the piano! It’s her delight, with jabs and jerks To Sully-vanished writers’ works. Her puppy even starts to wail, And will not show his visage pale Nor Wag-ner wiggle of his tale— It gives the lub-Ber-lingering fits When Di is Chopin’ all to bits ‘The classics with a bang and biff. Diana ution, if Her technique doesn’t Mend'll sun- der, Our — whole wonder! grand attachment—and — no MARJORIE OF THE M Gyr: labors all the fivelong Domesticating beasts of p The lion bold, the jackass foolist ‘The panther lean and rather cruelish, The brutes that fain would kill and slay her. “I wonder sometimes, does it pay her? AGERIE SARA OF THE SAHARA But simply ela Across the desert wild and waste She wanders lone, serene, and chased From time to time by some dark F Who knows the cost of her trous The first and after cost—is low. AGNES OF THE AGNOSTICS s Agnes of our office foree— he ought to have a brain, of course, t she does not know enough To park her gum and powder puff. Her filing system’s awful rough! She used to be a manicure— 1 how she learned to file so poor. If you'll forgive a term so caustic, I think she’s simply an agnostic! 14 Land comme il faut, RENE OF THE SCREEN REALLY blush to name Trene se presence gilds the silver screen. She’s not what one would ¢ Her manners are a bit too shady. ing “bully ac If I were out to grab a wife I'd not pick her, not on your life! To hitch your flivver to a star Means Reno, where the smash-ups are. ROSALEEN OF THE MAGAZINE 11, we adore that Rosaleen Whose face adorns each maga- zine! “or twenty thousand months or more The postman’s left her at our door. Her face is quite familiar now— Her perfect nose, her perfect brow, Her perfect lips, her perfect chin, tic, fixed, r out, year in— never change like other female: Yet’ we could wish, with other he- males, That she, and plenty other Janes, Were less on looks and moron brains. comicbooks.com