Judge — November 7, 1925 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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Song If I were a poet I'd try a Sonnet or ode. .... They’re the same As long as they’re written to you, my...uh... Pardon me, what was the name ?. . . + My story, I fear me, isn’t sonew. . . ote ~ It’s the story the poet tells... . For Si l/ AV I NC 1 It’s the story of love I whispered to without _ a he you.... BRUSH er LATHER wd Or was it somebody else? —Williams Purple Cow IHS Young Hopeful—Papa, what is the cup that cheers? Proud Papa—That, my boy, is a hic-cup. —Cornell Widow PasseNcEeR—Oh, Captain, what time does the tide rise? I want to be sure to close my portholes. —PRrINcETON TIGER Too Late! First Cannibal Running Into Camp —Is I late fo’ dinner? Second Cannibal—You is; every- body’s eaten. —Colorado Dodo aad “Why the expression, Monteford?” “S’funny. I just took my girl to the station and some goof rushed up to her and kissed her.” “What's humorous about that?” “He thought it was his girl.” —Ohio State Sun Dial “And Ikey, did you vin de race to- day?” “Sure, by a nose.” “Oh, Ikey, ain't it lucky that your mamma didn’t marry that Mr. Smith?” —wW. Vincinia Moonsuine AIH 1st Inebriated Gentleman—Shay, it’s dark in here. I can’t see my hand in front of my face. 2nd Ditto—Don't be a durn fool. It’sh not there. —Dartmouth Jack O° Lantern Talal Mail to PrrdeWryan Co., New Brightow, Pa. Mrs.—Before you married me you told me you were well off! Mr.—So I was—before I married you. —Washington Dirge DIS nurse for the baby. “She took him on a motor trip to Mrs.—Why? Canada.” “TI want him to have police protec- “T see; driving him to drink.” tion.” —Princeton TicER —Center Colonel