Judge — November 24, 1923 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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

With Cram-berry Sass by Chet Shafer T y that. requires vacity. On this day they vie with the viands and attempt to cope with the blessings in such case made and provided. It is a day of greater displacements and ruined reduction schedules. It runs to trackless waists. And it demands that much time be spent in policing up the chin. Just prior to Thanksgiving the farmer seatters corn around the back yard with an ulterior motion. It is then that the turkey becomes flustered and loses its head. Later on it makes a fragrant début, well-browned, well-stuffed — and carefully basted, and posed much after the fashion of a Japanese barrel juggler. Momentarily, on Thanksgiving, a tur- key is ornamental. But its plea personality vanishes rapidly. It occupy a position of trust’ when it. is ushered into the presence of the assembled relatives but it quickly becomes little more than a devastated area. Its grace- ful profile is effectually hidden. Its topography is almost obliterated. As a vital statistic on consumption it may have some importance but its influe after the feast, is entirely historical, although it may return, in the form of gravy, to haunt its betrayers for many weeks to come. Thanksgiving is the day of the prefer- ential primary—when the decision is made between light and dark meat. It is a day of rejoicing and second helpings. = \ Genius’s Fiancée—Darling, I’m simply “\ mad about you, and I just know you'll make a name for yourself. You've such heavenly taste in chocolates! Mrs. Oak—Why do you think of going to the masquerade bali? Mr. Oak—It won't cost anything. I can wear the smoking-jacket and necktie you gave me for Christmas. rr rd “Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t build this home of yours too near the street,” said the contractor. “It’s a corner lot, and you know those big automobiles.” sy Child (in school a few weeks) —Mother, how do you spell “he Mother—Why, that is a bad word, you should never use that word. “Well, I wanted to spell Helen and thought I'd write one cylinder at a time.” tot If this world is honest, why is it that the “found” column in any newspaper is never half the size of the “lost” column? Tommy—Aw, pa, if ye'd only steered straight we could ’a’ had enough white meat fer once! 15 comicbooks.com