Judge — October 24, 1925 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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“Do you think Rousseau was right about his Social Compact theory?” “I don’t see how us girls could get along without them.” —Norre Dame JuGGLer Bulla! Mamie de Payster came home to Mamma de Payster after a big party and exclaimed: “Oh, mamma, I met the most wonderful boy, George Raynger.” Mamma de Payster chuckled ro- guishly: “Is he one of those Texas rangers, my dear, I’ve heard so much about them.” —Chicago Phoenix Dalal The world’s Speech—“Waiter, checks.” best after-dinner give me both —Princeton Tiger “T feel as though I were going to have appendicitis.” “Well, I need a new gown, so you'll just have to wait.” —Pirr PantuEr A young woman goes upstairs at seven forty-five to dress for the eve- ning. She is nineteen years old and weighs 102 pounds. State the wait of the young man downstairs. —Denver Parrakeet Raed “Td walk a mile for a Camel,” remarked the Arab as his Ford expired on the desert. —Middlebury Blue Baboon Juan—Every kiss intovicates me. Won’t you let me be your drunkard? Juanira— Yes, but on the condition that you won't mix your drinks. —Princeton TicER Balad A Wench—My husband went to church this morning. A Baggage—My husband’s Sun- day morning paper didn’t come, cither, —Texas Ranger PID Question—Dear Miss Rarecracks— Sometimes college men to whom I have not been formally introduced speak to me from their cars. Should I return their greeting? Answer—What kind of a car is it? —Chicago Phoenix THe ways of the transgressor are smooth. —WiiuiaMs Puree Cow tae He (absent-mindedly)—You're a dear, sweet girl, Anna. She—Why, Harry; my name is Sue! (Recovering) —“T say you’re a dear, sweet girl, an’ I love you with all my heart.” —Texas Ranger PHS “What started the explosion?” “The powder on father’s sleeve when he came home from the lodge meeting.” —Toronto Goblin Radel Recipe for Happiness—Get your girl’s number! —Notre Dame Juggler Mary—I was motoring with Harold last night and he had to stop once be- cause he lost his bearings. Cary—Well, at least he was orig- inal. Most fellows run out of gas. —Wiuiams Puree Cow comicbooks.com