Judge — June 28, 1924 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Mother — Johnnie, tell your little French friend that he will have to stop yelling or else he'll disturb your father. Johnnie—Father won't notice it, be- cause he can’t understand French. —Muchas Gracias (Madrid). reed “A police dog! He looks like a poodle. “S-s-s-h! Secret police dog. He’s dis- “I would never have believed that your studies at college could have cost so much!” “That expense account is correct, dad, and take into account, too, t study lows. nearly as much as the other fel- —Le Péle-Méle (Paris), sae “Well, see you exercise care when doing your work. All my floors are highly polished and in excellent condition.” “Oh, don’t: worry mum, you the phimber?” , mum.” about me slippin’, I've got nails in me boots.” —Passing Show (London). Canad “T have a great admiration for intelli- gent women, but [I'd never marry a woman cleverer than mysel Ah, so that’s why you | a bachelor!” remained —Kabaret (Lemberg). gas “T say, as your husband I don’t approve of that dress—it's too low in the back.” sing you. You in about having to hook —Passing Show (London). 24 at I don’t Collector for Lifeboat Fund—Would you mind giving me a small donation to save your countrymen from a watery bier? Prohibitionist—Certainly not! If I had my way, they'd have none at all! —Humorist (London). sae When France recently helped Anatole France celebrate his eighticth birthday, he was deluged with congratulations by ail, telegraph and word of mouth. “And to think,” said the famous writer, “with all these felicitations and wishes for a long life no one so much as thought of sending a little monkey to rejuvenate me.” —Le Sourire (Paris). Carel Affable Stranger—Pardon, sir, am I "Mr. Claude FitzGadget, the petor? ‘adget (feeling flattered) —At your “Exactly, sir; thank you, sir. a couple of writs for you.” —The Bulletin (Sydney). SHH *Ere’s Fortune Teller—Beware of a tall dark man with a sear over the right eye. Lady Client—Him? Don't you worry about him, dearie. He's my husband and I gave him the scar! —Passing Show (London), comicbooks.com