Judge — December 29, 1923 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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“It is useful to be baldheaded. On my journeys I need not take a hair- brush or comb!” “Have your teeth out. Nisse (Stockholm). Conpetitios was keen in the London street market. Two rivals were sell- ing ready-made coats and things, and each tried to undercut the other. “Look ’ere,” shouted the first, as a brain wave struck him. “I tell’ yer I am selling these coats rock bottom prices. I charge only for the makin’. I don't need to make you pay a penny for the cloth, ‘cause I pinches it. See? The other stallholder did some hard thinking. He saw the opponent's glib had attracted the crowd. “Oh, yus!” he yelled derisively, “he says as ’e charges you only for the makin’ "cause he pinches it. See? I don’t even charge you for ause I pinches ‘em ready made!” —London Answers. AIS A‘ ERTAIN town had bought a new fire 42% engine and the superintendent, after gathering all his men together, suggested that an appropriate motto should be placed over the station. The thing was debated at some length and several sug- gestions were made. Finally one man rose 1 said: “I move the following motto: ‘May this fire engine be like all the old maids in our village—always ready, but never called for.’ ” Tit Bits. ~London ass Then you won't need a toothbrush!”—Sondags VERY young doctor, opening a brand new surgery, waited all day without a visitor until at last a breathless man came running up the drive “Sit down,” said the young doctor, soothingly. “What can I do for “T must get on the telephone— at once,” gasped the visitor. “My wife’s ill, and I want to ring up my doctor.”—London Daily Express. sae H E WAS very quiet during the first part of the dinner, and eve one forgot that he was there. dessert was being ser the host told a story. When he had finished and the laughter had ceased his little son aimed delightedly: Now, father, tell the other one.” —Weekly Telegraph (London). sae ed, how Butcher—My son—the one that used to help me in the shop here he’s gone in for boxing. Won a championship, too! Customer—Ay, 1 remember him. I suppose he'll have won the light- weight championship? — London Mail. ery Mother—Why won't you marry Adolph? Daughter—He is a Freethinker. He doesn’t believe there is a hell! “Then you should marry him. We hen convince him of his error!” orsaren (Christiania). Kitty (who has cut her finger)—M-mummy, if I die, will you put all my dolls in mourning?—London Mail. comicbooks.com