Judge — September 27, 1924 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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on earth to-day I might try, just the same.” “And where would you look for your honest man?" asked the reporter. “T can't. say as to. that. young fellow,” replied Diogenes. “But I can tell you one place I wouldn't look “And that?” “In the United — States Senate,” answered the old cynic. Will Shakespere happened to be idling nearby playing a harp. “Tm sore,” he mumbled “Here I go to work and write thirty-odd plays, the greatest in the language. And what do I get out of it, hey? About fifty thousand smackers! And then what happer Some gink comes out with a song about bananas and takes in a million That's the owl's jowls, ain't it? PROBLEM What would I like to do if I Does the chauffeur curse you because he almost ran over you, or because he were back on earth? Gadzooks, . failed to run over you—or just from sheer high spirits? ask me something intelligent! I'd want to write songs featur- ing fruit, of course!” The Inquiring Reporter ( Funnybones / Edwin Rutt (Every day he asks a question) Radio broadcasting is not a modern oe : H28¢ exhausted all possible intention! Adam made the first broad- Most people don’t know on street corners we recently casting station out of a ribl which side their bread is but- sent our inquiring reporter on a tS tered until they drop it. trip to heaven. It was thought rudge will pay $5 for cach one printed fitting to propound the follow- ing question to the departed: “What occupation would you pursue if you were back on earth?” Our reporter first: ob- tained audience with Captain William Kidd. “There is but one answer to such a question for a man in my profession,” said the captain. “Td like either to be a waiter or to sell tickets for the Follies. My boy, alongside of what I see going on below I was a cake-eater!” The reporter next encoun- tered Lady Godiva. “Oh, my dear sir,’ she said, “really. doncha know, I loved to ride horseback but with bobbed hair—oh, dear me, it would be quite impossible, you know, oh, quite! Well, I must charge along. Toodleo, old beano!” Diogenes, the third victim, cackled cynically: “Imagine a guy going around nowadays Littte Man—Ted, you won't tell my missus I walked looking for an honest man! out of this job, will you? Why they'd shove him in the His Mare—Land, be more of a man and Inock her *ead nut factory. Still, if I was back off if she wants to know anything. comicbooks.com