Judge — July 25, 1925 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Little Lectures From Pro and Con—or Arguing Through Force of Habit RO, that agreeable little settlement. just outside of logic, on the bor- der of discretion, slept peacefully as our little band of dissenters moved slowly toward debates station where our hobbies (mounts) awaited us. Here you will see us playing with our hobbies (no you’ve got the wrong slide—that was one I took when I spent many interesting weeks among the Quakers in Earth-Quake on Seismograph—there, now you have the right one). You will readily see how silly and inadequate these hobbies seem, but we found them very satisfactory during the many dreary days and nights which ensued. Con, our destination, lay nestled on the other side of reason, the high- est peak in the range of opinions, and could only be reached by a sharp descent, which we would have been unable to negotiate had we not found the flights of fancy, which the earlier dwellers in that territory, a tribe called lyric poets, had built. How- ever, we found these in a sad state of disrepair. (In this picture you will see the tiers of the stairs mingled with the tears of our party, so sad was their condition) as the poets had abandoned them for easier, less tangible methods. Just to save the facts for posterity Isaac—Any Luck, 1 Walt? Watton—You bet! KRALY KRACKS “give a sentence with the word /f Endeavor’ 4 “T will love you By Sorever endeavor,” Prospective Renter—Are the fish here ferocious on the bait? AcEent—Well, to show you, sir—a gentleman I had here last season found it safer to go behind a tree to six his bait. Ain’t had ? re-bait th’ hook all day. I took several pictures of some of the old meters that the poets used to use to measure the gas, or poetic feet, which used to flow freely all over the land. (If you scan closely you will readily see how really beautiful the early meters were in their naive, al- beit artistic, simplicity.) We are getting nearer and nearer to con all the time, as you likely have noticed, but a strange thing happened. As we were babbling (wandering aimlessly) through affirm- ative, one of our little group tried to climb defense, which surrounded it and in falling broke all the nega- tives, thus making it impossible to get any more views on the subject. We tried to struggle on but broke down completely when we reached rebuttal and had to abandon all thought of continuing. You are all invited to attend next Thursday evening’s lecture, the fourth of this series, which will depict in vivid detail the many cordial greetings and also a few champagnes experienced by me while bootlegging it through necessity, or following the swallow from Rome. . Carroll FAS Violet—We've got one of those old- fashioned knockers at our house. Rose—So have we— you should hear Aunt Helen! comicbooks.com