Judge, 1926-04-10 · page 21 of 36
Judge — April 10, 1926 — page 21: what you’re looking at
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“T don’t care if you do hire a thou- sand men. You can’t hold a candle to what I make.” “No. What is it?” “Gunpowder!” —Yate Recorp Raed He—Mary never lets any one but her friends kiss her. The Opposite—She doesn’t seem to have any enemies. —Ohio State Sun Dial tan “A man’s fraternity pin on a girl’s dress used to mean an engagement.” “Well, what is it now?” “Oh, just necking privileges.” —Pitt Panther tae Hard-boiled Sergeant—Well, speak up there, how do you want your uniform, too big or too small? —Oklahoma Whirlwind “You tickle me, Joe.” “My, what a strange request.” —Wasuineton Dirce the Red Cross? She—Buy a seal for the benefit of He—Very worthy organization; but I cannot afford a seal. “Buy just one seal, please.” “If I bought it I couldn’t feed it.” —Dartmouth Jack 0” Lantern “How was the play last night?” “Quite good. It made me thin “Oh, one of those suggestive shows.” —Pirt PanTHER sae Numb—What’s a steam turbine? Dumn-—It’s what an Arab wears when he has a cold in his head. —Penn State Froth soe Frosh—What’s the difference be- tween an acquaintance and a friend? Soph—Well, when a friend wants to borrow money, he’s an acquaint- ance. —Washington Columns FHS “D’you know, this college goes back to the Pilgrim Fathers.” “What's the matter with it, isn’t it satisfactory?” | —Yale Record venue) Nvnecees oan OS. Don’t write, telegraph—S. B.V.D., P. D.Q., R.S.V. P. —Sewanee Mountatn Goat A Big Radio Man from Ayre “Pardon me, is that the drug store, with the candy in the window?” “No, that’s it over there—Motor- cycles and Radio.’ ” —Wisconsin Octopus tae Doctor—What you need is some- thing to shock you, to stir up your emotions? Patient—Yes, doctor? “Well, er, er, I'll send you my bill in the morning!” —Toronto Goblin Fae “What type lad is your fiancé?” “Oh, when he puts his arms around my neck and presses, strange thrills run up and down my spine.” “Oh, I see, a chiropractor.” —Centre Colonel Under the influence of likker. —Micuican Garcoy.e comicbooks.com