Judge — February 9, 1924 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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

Rose—That’s a mighty becoming dress you’re wearing, dear. Mary—Becoming? Why, it hides my figure completely. “That’s what I said!”—Brown Jug. Love my car, love me.—Ski-U-Mah. The end of the rain-beau. —Ohio Sun Dial. Him (over phone)—I want to sce you in the worst way, dearest. Her (over phone)—Well—I usually get up around 10 a.m.—New York. Medley. Nvet-Brown Marp ‘ou’RE an ingenue for fair, Nut-brown maid, With that home-made Frenchy air, Nut-brown maid; And from what the kiss-hounds state, You are strictly up to date In the way you osculate, Nut-brown maid. Rosy tint you don’t inherit, Nut-brown maid; But you know just how to smear it, Nut-brown maid; You're a perfect thirty-six And you're up to all the tricks That it takes to fool the hicks, Nut-brown maid. Men with arms and legs more active (Nut-brown maid) Than their brains, find you attractive, Nut-brown maid; By your warmthful arms and glances You induce hypnotic trances In your partners at the dances, Nut-brown maid. True, in garb you show some taste, Nut-brown maid, 's such a futile waste, Nut-brown maid; Leap year? Would I have you fora Life-companion? No, I’m sorry— But the truth, dear, is you are a Nut, brown maid! J. Z. Howarp, S. U. Let the wild belles ring out. —Ohio Sun Dial. “Duck!” “You're crazy, they’re geese!”— Notre Dame Juggler. “So this is Paris!” quoth Helen of Troy as she opened the door and in stepped the son of King Priam.—The Chanticleer. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the model for the hosiery ads. wish- ing that she had a pair of silk hose. —Stanford Chaparral. comicbooks.com “7 PES