Judge — October 24, 1925 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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2 eae Has Your Father Got a Cop Suit? E CAME up to me before dinner the other night and whispers in my ear confidential like. “Say,” says he, “has your father got a cop suit?” “Tl bite,” I replies, “let me in the mystic brotherhood. I haven’t got one with me, but I know a damn good hootlegger who—” But that wasn’t the right track. “No,” says he, “you got me wrong. Has your father got a cop suit?” “Oh, I get you,” I replies, “but I'm not an Elk, nor am I a Bull Moose, a Mason, a Knight Templar, a Ku Kluxer, nora Y. P, R. U. I ana B.C. A,, though.” “Hell, no,” he says, “hell, no! Has your father got a cop suit?” “How dense of me,” I ejaculate at that, “how dense of me! Of course! Of course! But you’re wrong again, old man, I never made Phi Bete, nor Sigma Xi either.” “Has your father got a cop suit?” he bellowed at me then. “No!” I roared, “No, he hasn't! No! No! And so’s your aunt!” “Huzzah!” he cried at “Huzzah! That's the answer! that, Huz- r “Wonderful sunrises we're having these spring mornings, aren't we?” “Dunno. I’ve been getting to bed early for the last few weeks.” —Norre Dame JuccLer zah! Huzzah!’ And he was still standing in the middle of the campus erying “Huzzah!” when I left him. —Brown Jug FISH Vassar—History repeats itself! St. Mary’s—Meaning just what? “Well, necromancy seems to be coming in again.” —Notre Dame Juggler i a roe Mover—How much am I to re- ceive for posing? Artist—If I sell the picture yowll get $10 a day, if I don't, you can have the picture and that’s worth $3,000. —Cauirornia PELicaN Prd “How did you like the gymnasium number of JupGE?” “TI don’t believe I recall it.” “Certainly youdo. It was written for dumb-bells.”” —Middlebury Blue Baboon Surely Not! Catherine—The days of miracles are over. Kathryn— I don’t know about that. I read an article the other day that set me thinking— —Notre Dame Juggler Inauirinc Vistror—To what do you attribute your long life, uncle? O.pest Innapirant—Well, I don’t rightly know. Several of them patent medicine companies is bargaining with me now. —Princeton TIGER About Helen A man named Fall Married a girl named Helen. Now, of course, she is Helen Fall. He says that the worst Of it is that She’s the same in Winter Spring and Summer. —M. I. T. Voo Doo Nid hy the fan? Sue—I’m smiling. “You don’t mean—” “Fos.” “My God.” (That's the insidious thing about big tonsils.). —Wi1uaMs Purrie Cow