Judge — September 22, 1923 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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She—I never saw the Skimps together before at our euchre. He—Oh, they wanted two chances of winning the booby prize! Rondeau of Regret by Edgar Daniel Kramer M* oLp straw hat’s no longer home YE Upon the apex of my dome; I, too, e bowed to hion’s sway And laid my shellacked lid away, ‘Though summer breezes stir the foam. And yet while I tread street or loam, I think myself a spineless gnome To yield thus and to deem passé My old straw hat. Forsooth this town’s long miles from me; My felt’s as he: By Dreiser, day I pause, the while I vainly pray For nerve to wear, when forth I roam, My old straw hat. Rud Y as a tome and through each warm pAM awoke, vaguely conscious that 4% something was wrong—or at least different. There w slightly uncom- fortable feeling in his side, and as he looked about him his gaze fell on a new creature, standing erect’ beneath an apple tree—a species that surely hadn't heen present at Adam’s naming bee the previous night. Now Adam was a rea- soning animal, and when he beheld woman for the first time, he understood! He felt gingerly of his fourth intercostal space—gee, but his side felt funny!—and muttered querulously Well, somebody sure pulled a bone that time!” tet Flubb (philosophizing)—After all, what is home? Dubb—Home is a place to stay when the car is laid up for repairs. Mrs. Blackstone—L can get anything IT want from my husband by merely crying. Mrs. Webster—I get the same result by ing at mine! al Visitor (to laundry) —What do you call that machine? Laundryman—That's » mangle! “For gosh sake! Do you have a special machine for it? Rated Dyer—Who is Senator Magnus? Ryer—The new loud-speaking attach- ment of the Senate. pee 8 “Kate, the hash was very much like sawdust this morning.” . “I know it, sir. The missus said to use all that was left of the planked steak. Quite Likely by William Sanford Y WIFE goes out most every day To see th’ neighbors ‘round, and, say, You ought to hear her every night A-tellin’ "bout their bein’ bright! s up to be— use she lived with me. If she'd wed some other gink in town I'd be bright and he'd be down! hal The reason, I s I Every prize fighter can count up to ten Drawn \ \ : « parlor open t came comicbooks.com