Judge — January 26, 1924 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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te at yo ct ds on a And so it came to pass——New York Medley. She—Isn’t Dolly a perfect pic- ture? He (appraisingly) — Well, she has a pretty good frame.—Cornell Widow. Down by * * 6 ihe Old Mill. * * * He tried to kiss her, But she said « * * She wouldn't kiss him by a dam site. Virginal Reel. Heave Ho! Jack—Where summer? Tar—Ben working on a ship’s camisole. “What's that?” “Oh, the rigging that covers the upper deck.”"—Washington Columns. have you been this \ LEADERS - JN (ad) w Mah-Jongg HE great Esquimo game of Mah-Jongg was introduced to this country in years gone by, by Mr. Dresden, the original china man. He played with 136 or L44 pieces, or some such number. These aforementioned pieces are made of stone, bone, iron, wood, in fact, of any handy solid except ice a bles, and are murally disguised with paint to look like invisible winds, forests, fowls, and the tattooed man at a circus. Yea, even so. The game starts. Each player hastily )s as many pieces from the table as n. A trick play is to point over your opponents’ heads at a little birdie and grab them all before they look back. Of course, shooting your opponent to get more than your share of the pieces is forbidden by rule, but this rule can be set aside for a fast game. Having the many differently shaped and colored pieces in your hand, you now proceed with an acetylene torch, coal chisel, and paint set to reduce as many of them to as similar an appearance as possible. Having done this, you suddenly cry out, “I've whanged,” neatly upset the table, and your pieces before the startled eyes our host and the other guests amidst of wonderment, “How does he your opponents can not tell one of your pieces from the other you get 50 pts, —points, not pints. If some pla some faint resemblance between some of them and is about to make some pithy remark about it, politely but firmly plant your toe in his shins under the table and when he bends over to investigate crash him over the head with your chair. This counts an extra 25 points. If your opponent is so impolitely obstinate as to not pass out, snicker smilingly and ask him with a sarcastic grin, can he show a better hand. Now as he stoops to select the best from each of the three hands on the floor, get out the sandbag, or ax you keep hid under your vest (see our shopping list for special weapons at reduced prices), turn out the lights, and end the game. Have no mercy, for you are saving three good men or women from going insane from playing at the greatest Williams Purple Cow. sees 19 Tailor —Sir Tobby, your top. coat’s coming off. “Oh, no! It isn’t!” “Oh, yes, it is—unless you pay me the fifty dollars you owe.”— Brown Jug. The hours I spent with thee, dear heart Are like a string of pearls to me, I count them o’er, each one apart, The hours I spent, and now thou art Not here; will there be other girls? T'll say—if I can hock the pearls! —Boston Beanpot. sae “Ts your son a musician?” “Why, at the age of three he played on the linoleum.” —Amherst Lord Jeff. Tim—My alarm clock went off this morning at eight-thirty. Min—Hasn't it come back yet?— Pennsylvania Punch Bowl, comicbooks.com