Judge — June 14, 1924 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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“During my vacation I tramped on an average of thirty miles a day.” “Ha-ha! I owned a second-hand car once myself.” HISTORICAL CLOSE-UPS .Eneas and Dido nasty, jealous cats say? They say I cut didoes. Encas—For the love 0” Mike, what . ns dee you dog tw North Atria? -Encas—Well, by Vergil! This is too Dido—‘Tanrt “oo guess, my ‘itty Any? Much. Here's where you and T part. Me to the get pricked; and you to the river and see how many hours you can stay under. Dido—Oo mean “itty Dido tan die? Eneas—Yes, Dido, die—do. Ha! Ha! That's a hot one, Dido, die—do. -Eneas—Oh! You've come to see Tut's velue-throwug! andsmasy tomb too, have you? Dido—No, of tourse not. How tan ‘oo think such a thing? What does * Dido want with a dead mummy wl tan have a nice live “sugar dadd; *oo I've tome to see, ‘vo big ‘itty Eneas—Well, don’t call me gar daddy” or I'll forget I'm an Immortal and crack you one on the bonnet rest. Dido—Oh! I do love my big strong tave-man who tan pick ‘itty Dido up with Bill. Shakespeare—How come, Sister, one ‘itty finger and scrunch her into ow come? teeny-weeny ‘itty piec nd — Bess—Do you know what that Fitton Eneas—Out I say—can the dolly wench and those other Janes that bum dialogue. around my court are saying? Dido—Ttty -Eny mustn't be angry wif Bill—No, Kid, honest, I don’t; itty Dido, tos she— old dear, .wontcha? -Encas—Youw're some cut-up, aren't Bess—They claim that you go round you? Dido—¥Ess, Queen Bess and Bill Shakespeare Queen Bess—Say, you big stiff of a ph wright, you got your nerve with you all right, all right! ‘oo know what naughty, Is spill it, handing me the razz by telling folks 7 was your inspiration for “Love's Labor Lost.” ‘That's a helva line for an un. grateful bum like you to pull. Bill—Say, listen Bess, listen! said no such thing. Bess—Well, what. did you spill, eh? Bill—Aw nothin’. Twas a bit lit up at The Stratford Steak one night when we was all talking about you and I s was the gal that put the sex in Essex and LT never Ss you the ache in| Drake. Thassall I said, honest, Bess! B Is thasso? Well, all I gotta tell you is that after the way that hokum piece of yours called, “As You Like It. flopped—you can’t write for my circuit no more. Boy, if you can get Kit Marlow for me at The Lambs. see The Elements of Success Te Big Business Man found that his business was getting so much bigger and better that he was forced to move into new and larger offices. He there- upon 1 the occasion to effect a reorganization that more than trebled his: income. He manned his new offices with the following fo A telephone girl who was a veritable she-Morpheus and never got a name right in her life. ‘An office boy who was seldom on the job, especially in the spring and summer, when his grandmothers celebrated the baseball season by dying thick and fast. An elevator man who cither let him off at the wrong floor or passed him up com- pletely. A. stenographer who was inclined to chew gum, dress her hair and flirt. A. foolish-looking partner who invari- ably made a mess of things. An office 200. comprising dogs, cats, ete. goats, inse A ferocious appearing boss who blus- tered loudly but always gave the raise asked for after all. You may wonder why the Big Business Man succeeded so highly in spite of those apparent handicaps. cartoonist and comic strip artist. You see, he was a ttt John Clark, four years old, a negro, arrested in Newark on a charge of having killed Mrs. Helen Nicholson, a negress with whom he had been boarding, admitted his guilt, and said that in his lifetime he had committed seven other murders.—The New York Telegram and Evening Mail. The precocity of the Younger Genera- tion is getting beyond all bounds. wae TO C ARILLO SANTO—The undersigned know whether or not you are mmunicate at once , Brooklyn.—The y ‘ork: World. Otherwise, would be just to ignore it. Carillo, the best policy T to flo gence been they: whicl donn from are, i surmi “TIS the C lookit Garde worst (tense chang tice) Town tury 1 one, t on an at th is chi Kool.’ tops t of th broth back could the 1 over cj lars, t tiv rich nothin son, B one an true e: mine ¢ There on thei an aud and ge 7 most & to regr recall i Moon, almost worth | Sin sarily ¢ aS poss de TA show a Follies. XUM comicbooks.com