Judge — February 21, 1925 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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The Blaming of the Crew (Taken Quite a Distance from the Middle Western Fiscal Play First Presented in the Drainage Canal Art Theater under the Title "Oh! The Beautiful Stockyards.” ) Characters Memory A Cook : : A Sailor \nother Sa r Captain A Captain Time, Place, Some- where on the Mohjave Dessert. To-morrow, SCENE (The ship is rolling badly. The crew is seated in the galley waiting to be served.) Sake—Well? for? Jake—Laet me see? (Deliberately.) We must be here to cat if memory Serves. What are we here (Memory serves. They eat.) Jake—These rolls are terrible. Jake—Yes, the rolls of this ship are fierce. Jake—I dont like rolls anyway. They make me sick. Jake—These rolls would anyone sick. make Stage fright. Jake—Ney! do somethin, Memory, can't you about these rolls? Memory—No, sah, aby sual cain’t, suh. Pletty Klick mebl ma thinkin’ you all be afther seein’ ze Cape du wanst is schoene rolls. Jake—Ue talks as if he had pickled tongue in there. subee, betther ine, if vat Jake (who took a correspondence but has forgotten all he —No, that’s just his Jake—Come on, let's see if the captain won't do something about these rolls, to right and proceed via lockstep to the brig, of the gig, or the rig, or the swig, or wherever it is the captain lives.) Captain—Well, boys. 1 certainly did enjoy your little party. but r 1 must be getting home now, know, or of course you don't, the little woman won't go to bed till L get in, and this eight months’ ve has been kind of hard on her. wouldn't be surprised if she were dead. Anyway, L owe her an apology. Jake—Wait a minute, captain, we have something to tell you, when Memory serves, the rolls are t We want you to do something it and we thought maybe we'd kill you unless you run the ship up Halsted street. Captain—Vve considered what you said and decided to let nature take its course. DP've got to get home Whatever you boys say is jake to me. Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jak. when, (In chorus.) What's matter with the capt And the echo from far out over the hulls answered, “Can it make any difference?” now and see the wife. possibly Carroll Funnybones / night.” remarked the victorious wrestler, Ceadgo mill pay 85 for Oh ane comicbooks.com