Judge — July 24, 1926 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “This place is too d—n perfect— let's start a revolution.” —Yate Record What a Calamity! Einstein—I know a very rich gitl who wants to get married to a good- looking fellow. Run home quick, take a good bath, brush yourself up nicely and I'm sure you can win her. Weinstein—Ye-es. But after I take a bath and clean my- suppose self up she wouldn't marry me, den vat? —Penn Punch Bowl Isn’t This the Limit? American Chap—I didn’t tell you he couldn't run, you idiot! English Chappie—Yes, you did too. You told me that he was a rum runner, —Washington Dirge ttt Jalkey—Why is it that the Jews don’t go to heaven any more? business has a7 a gone to - Voo Doo eee ‘ustomer—I'm a factory hand, having a party to-night and I want to buy a tie. Clerk—Certainly, sir. hand? “Naw, American.” —TIowa Frivol Four-in- She (flippantly) mother know you're out? The Fello—Naw. The parole board hasn't sent her a notice yet. Cornell Widow -Does your Sorority Pins “Smith's wooden leq pained him terribly last night.” “Ho “His wife with it.” hit him over the head C.C. N.Y. Mercury soe Primus—A fellow was killed in the city yesterday, and they had a very hard time identifying him. His suit bore the name “John Jones,” overcoat, “Charles Smith, hat had the initials “P.B. Secundus—Too bad. ternity brother killed. Stanford Chaparral nd his nd his in it. Another fra- —Sranrorp CHAPARRAL comicbooks.com