Judge — September 22, 1923 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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| } ae Willie's Homework—Any night during the first week of school that Willie wants to go to the movies. or to a circus sideshow, or to the balcony He goes to be an idiot—or, if not originally » one—and he of the House of Representativ to be an idiot, to be mi gets what he goes after. “Zeno” show for any intelligent man who peri- relishes the golden glow of ty. The acting is something awful. The Old Hen—Mercy! Those tennis costumes are perfectly shocking! 10 What the Papers Said Battling Joe Said After the Fight Jack D'Arcy and C. L. Appleton “ir tHE history of champions there has never none like The Kid. Only such men as he could hope to uphold and glorify the profession of boxing. This fight will always be vivid in my memory, and I shall always cherish the thoughts of his gameness and the truly sportsman- like tactics displayed by him; they have won for him a high place in my csteem, although... .”” Wuat Joe Dip Say I strips to de waist and de trainer sez, “Gee! You're fit for a bout wid de champ. Just spar wid him slow. Now listen to me He can’t fight a man o° your stamp. Bring over your right wid all dat you got, And de bozo will scream for his noirse, And den we'll rake in de big end 0” de pot, De whole twenty-five dollar poir: I walks to de ring "mid de cheers 0” me friends, And smilin’ T flings off me robe; cowls at de bimbo I'm sure gonna a right upper cut to de lobe De refaree calls us to slip us de dope, As refarees usually do: ‘ow, listen, me buckoes, don’t stall and don’t mope— If you slam him a low one, you're At de clang o° de bell I leaps in de ring And crouch kinda agile and deft, And den De Kid tries to land a right swing, I counter and slams wid me left. He comes back wid de same, I” pauses and sneers, And slaps a left cross to his he Tduck a one-two and de audience cheers— Me footwoik is knockin’ ’em dead. Right up to de cight’ I cut ‘im to bits, And den I cuts loose wid me right, De Kid is too weak to hold up his mitts, De finish is nearly in sight. Me manager sez, “Now go get *im, Joe, He’s done and he can’t do a ting.” T rushes him quick and steps on his toc, An’ I slaps ’im all over de ring. I ups for de tent’ wid a smile on me face (L blocked everyt’ing he could send) And wallops de bozo all over de place —Den de clang o° de bell and de end... I walks to me corner and in it I flops, Like I finished a bout in de gym; De audience cheers and me manager drops— Dey give de decision to him! Panel Flubb—Do you find it cheaper living in the country than in the city? Dubb—Indeed, yes!) Pm *v in the daily poker games we pla commuters’ special! ahead on the Ss M Whe frien Mr. Brox of hi \ visit the duet ) T ‘ but mitt your who drav land ie marl “Sin writ “| poise said I los the be k “( man you “) office pene othe so tl nigh welf: comicbooks.com