Judge — September 19, 1925 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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New England by One Who Has Jolly Well Been There [sere’s a lawe in this partte of ye countrye that you must putte an “e” atte the ende of ye everye worde. I founde thatte outte for myselfe. Nobodye told me butte iffe itte isn’tte a lawwe whye do theye have so manye synges of the some- thing or other and shoppes and tea roomes? Theye evenne spelle that little thingge you put a golffe balle on with foure “e” ’s making it looke y : oe likke a laughe, thus, teeee, and it is a \ @; ‘ laughe. a ox They take such pride inne theire i ii (inn stern and rocke bounde coastwise gail ‘i (nH —~ scenerye thatte they carry it onto the greenne, and I don’t meanne pebbles eithere. They'll make the antiques for you while you wait in any of Ye Oldde Antique and Curiosity Shoppes, “it’s I caught a slight dose of sleeping sickness. the oldde armye game,” only the Colonial Army. I’ve seene so many “lovely oldde thinges,” “fine oldde HANDBOOK FOR HUSBANDS pieces” and “interesting specimens,” that I will be glad to see some real olde pre-renaissance Grand Rapids 1,001 Excuses for Staying Out Nights again. Carroll by Prof. Abeliar Glibtongue, A.B., C.D. Containing (Continued from last week) KRALY WRACKS “Give a sentence with the word hh ‘ sess I Saturn” q LEEPING SICKNESS—Sat (Note—if the wife isn’t asleep by &, fs bats . “Willie's cry- next to a man on the train who this time turn to emergency section.) x ing because he confided to me that he had sleeping (Continued next week) Saturn a tack.” sickness. The next thing I knew I was in Toronto so must have caught a slight dose. If the wife says, “I hope next time you'll sit next to somebody with ‘Homesickness,’” turn to emergency section for sharp retort. The Shave—Stopped in a barber shop and got shaved. Barber was just half through when he threw a fit. Chased me out of the shop, with my face all lather. Cop thought I was mad and foaming at the mouth. Huge mob pursued me to the river— jumped in, landed in speed boat and before you could say Jack Robin- son found myself in Yonkers. This brought on a fainting spell—Yonkers policeman found me—I thought he was the doorman of our apartment house and threw a brick at him. Policeman chased me as far as tl Albany, where I grabbed the night “T say, Tronsides, women are as deep as the waters of that bay.” boat and came right home. “Yes, and as full of craft, Claude.” _ li da i nin 2 al LS ll 7 comicbooks.com