Judge, 1926-12-18 · page 24 of 36
Judge — December 18, 1926 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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Jester announces the award of its $50,000 prize for the best title for this picture. Winner—C. Cooledge, of Washing- ton, D. C., “Rolling Down to Reno.” Seconp—N. M. Butler, of New York, N. Y., “Here comes Fatima with her tra la la Boom Deay.” Tutrp—J. Erskine, of New York, ¥ Hot Hellen.” mRTH—Queen Marie, of Rou- mania, “What Smudge’s Cream has done for me.”” —CoLuMBia JESTER Milt Gross in the Cannibal Isles The savage mother looked into the kettle, and then over to her off- spring fondly. Nize baby,” she murmured, “et opp all der mission- ary.” —Minnesota Ski-U-Mah Prana Armour (in ecstasy)—Thinkest thou that glasses do help one to Swift (pronto)—Aye, indeed, after the first six I can see double. —South Sewanee Mountain Goat Ste “Aw, go jump in a creek. You know what a creek is, don’t you?” “Sure. One of those guys what runs a restaurant.” —Tennessee Mugwump PIs “Hello, is this the sea food store?” “Tt is.” “Do you have any fresh fish?” “Yes, sir.” “Well, don’t let them get away with anything, sister.” —Gettysburg Cannon Baul “Pop” ’7Em Ginsberg—Miteh Ottish, I vant “Is this the real stuff?” you should make me a doughnut ) “Sure!” SIE P 33 f “pieg de Voulnow?” Painter—Certainly, Mr. Ginsberg, é ’ but I thought that you were a I know the fella who makes the ; a butcher, not a baker. corks. “S ure I'm a butcheh; I vant it a sign: ‘Doughnut Hendel de Feesh.’ ” —Missouri Outlaw —Brown Jug sae “What time you gettin’ up in the morning?” “When the clock rings.” “What time?” “I don’t know, the alarm doesn’t \ work.” —Pitt Panther aoe “I see that May is going to be } married again.” , “Where are you from?” o | “Yes, she’s been married so often that the wedding bells sound just like an alarm clock to her.” —Stanford Chaparral “Chicago.” “Let’s see your bullet wounds.” —Norre Dame JUGGLER Dean or Women—Are those your Eton jackets? Boys—H-l, no, these are our drinking clothes. —CAaLIForNIA PELICAN 22 comicbooks.com