Judge, 1925-09-12 · page 20 of 37
Judge — September 12, 1925 — page 20: what you’re looking at
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Navine—Bill says he likes you a Berry—Who cares for the likes of Bill? —Norre Dame Juccter About Food The orator eats tongue, we hear; The Sultan, turkey lunch. The undertaker drinks his bier; The prize fighter his punch. The acrobats spring water drink; The toastmaster eats toast; Surveyors eat their stakes, we think, And editors, a roast. Shoemakers have filet of sole; The printer, pi and sweets; The hungry actor eats his réle; While policemen munch _ their beats. —Stanford Chaparral PID Prof.—When did Vergil die? Stewed-dent—51 A. B. “A. B.! Don’t you mean B. C.?” “No, sir. 51 A. B. Fifty-one years after birth.” —Colgate Banter PDD Iady (to man in booth)—Look here, you've been in there thirty minutes and haven’t said a word. Man—I'’ve been talking to my wife. —Pitt Panther PsP History Prof—Mr. Brown, tell me what you know about the age of Elizabeth. Brown (sleepily)—She’ll be nine- teen next week. —Hamilton Royal Gaboon eat ele She I—I hate these winds. She II—Why don’t you wear silk? . —Vanderbilt Masquerader “Is your girl dumb?” “Huh! I have to triple space my letters so it'll be easier for her to read between the lines.” —Texas Rancer : Sas “What would a nation be without women?” “Stagnation.” —Georgia Tech. Yellow Jacket Konkokt a Klause Kontaining Picture Have you picture tomatoes yet? —Iowa Green Gander Bedtime Story Ma-ma, what is the pretty co-ed do-ing? She is stop-ping to shake her skirt down. Why is she shak-ing her skirt down, Ma-ma? So peo-ple can-not see her knees, Os-wald. How can peo-ple see her knees, Ma-ma? Be-cause she has her stock-ings rolled be-low them. Why does she roll her stock-ings, Ma-ma? So peo-ple can see her knees, dear. —Michigan Gargoyle PID I gave her all the line I had, To catch her was my wish. Do not blame me for getting mad— I lost the dog-gone fish. —Penn State Froth —Micuican Garcoyte comicbooks.com