Judge — December 6, 1924 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Mabel’s a Girl Scout Sie does a good deed daily. In " fact her whole time is devoted to doing somebody good. Any one of her days is a model of self-s and devotion to the happiness of others. Here’s one of them. She took Fred shopping with her in the morning. Just to break the dull monotony of his work in that awful offi She had lunch with Harry, she told » she knew [I'd have to gement and probably lose a good account if L took her to lunch. However, she said she let me take her to tea because she knew if she didn’t it would break my heart. But she’s going to let Steve take her to supper and the Follies to-night, because she knows d—— well it would break me. Carroll » she said. sae When doctors give their patients a new lease of life, they should leave them enough to pay the rent. sae What this country needs is two Congresses: one to repeal the laws. passed by the other. Funnybones ; Letting the other fellow pay the check is a good after-dinner trick. a Cudge will pay 85 for cach one printe SENTIMENTAL BurGiar (to wilful son)—So ya wanta be a iceman, do ya? I s'pose th’ fact that I bin countin’ all my life on y'r succeedin’ me in th’ safe-crackin’ bizness, means nothin’ to ya? IT’S ALL IN THE ANGLE The Smiths, poor things, are driving their first car. War Is H—l! Te great: war of 1958 had been fought, and Am Hardly had Private John Boggles, descendant of a fighting ancestry, reached the doorstep of his civilian at had won, home, when a postman’s whistle sounded, and a Government envelope was thrust into his hands. “Hurrah,” he cried, tearing open the letter: “How prompt the Govern- ment is! Here already is my bonus for servic e great war!” “Not so fast!” 1 Grandfather John Boggles, jumping up from his porch seat to peer over the boy's shoulder: “If my eyes serve me right, that there bonus reads for 1918, and the check belongs to me!” Cyril B. Egan And as for the Smythes-Smythes—they pidently born in one. The Diary of a Dub Monday—Bought used car to-day: two cylinders cracked first. time I drove it. Tuesday—Transmission ant crator fell apart to-day. Wednesday—Had car fixed up again and then three wheels caved in without warning. Thursday—Bought new wheels and started out again; ran two miles and differential wore out. gen- Friday—ried out car again and it ran fine for half an hour until all springs and both axles broke and frame cracked in three places. Saturday—While Tam not expert mechanic, I almost think I made a mistake in buying that ear. Chet Johnson