Judge — November 13, 1926 — page 20: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE SYLVESTER So dumb he thought that Macon, Ga., was a hard job. —Carouina BuccaNneER After the Affair Oh, don’t remind me, do you think I thought it joy indeed To break your heart to free myself To sow a wilder seed? But why bring up the age-old song? ‘Tis past repair, once done. The pieces of a broken heart Will not grow into one. I know I crushed your fragile heart; T know your‘ life is nade a wreck. T always havevtegretted, deat... I didn’t break your neck. -Minnesota Ski-U-Mah Diver—Hey, you can’t smoke here! Assistant—Aw, to hell with the rules! —Catirornia PELICAN Author—What do you think of this story? Give me your honest opinion. Editor—It’s not worth anything. “I know, but tell me anyway.” Washington Dirge AWGWAN “Shall we hug and kiss and tell jokes?” “Oh, let's not jest now!” PennsyLvanta Puncu Bown Rated The Elsie Song dreams. The Hotel Song my sweetie hiding. The Cheese Song—Cheese the kind of a girl that men forget. The Police Song—Police play for me that sweet melody. The Phew Song—Phew knew Susie. like I know Susie. —IIlinois Siren Elsie you in my Hotel me where's General—Who will carry the mes- sage to Private—I will, sir. “Tell the bum he makes a dam poor cigar.” —M innesota Ski-U-Mah 1s “What yuh doin’?” “Nothin’.” “How du yuh know when yer done?” —Washington Cougar’s Paw eee “Is he laz; “Li Why he puts pop corn in his pa batter to save him the trouble of flipping them!” Colgate Banter rey He (waiting in restaurant for or- der)—Where is that chicken I or- dered an hour ago? Waitress—Well, the cook hasn't killed it yet, but he has gotten in a couple of nasty blows. —Pennsylvania Punch Boul sae “You little imp how dare you call the deacon a piece of American cheese. Don't you know that the deacon is a mild and holy man?” “Well, then, the deacon is a piece of Swiss cheese.” Wisconsin Octopus “Had a great time at the dance last night.” “Stag, ch?” “Not a bit. sat down.” Soon as I got dizzy I —Corne_t Winow comicbooks.com