Judge — April 23, 1927 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE He—I fell on my chin. Su—(pardon) He—Tch, tch, was any spilled? —M. I. T. Voo Doo Daughter—Give me a cigarette. Mother—I'll_ see you inhale first—Wasuineton Dirce FSS “There is a divinity that shapes our ends,” said Harold Bell Wright or somebody else, but surely God never made a_police- man’s feet, did He? —Corumpia Jester FHS Damn clever, these Chinese, In their laundry joints, ’Cause they take the buttons off The most strategic points. —Wesrern Reserve Rep Car rere He—What in the world are you giggling all the time for? She—Oh! I just washed my face and I can’t do a thing with it! —Darrmovutu Jack O’ Lantern “Don’t you dare touch me.” “Why not?” “Hell, can’t you see I’m loaded!” —Caroutna Buccaneer If the Truth Were Known “The die is cast,” brave Caesar said, “T hope that it’s a seven.” But it was not, and yet he smiled, For it came up eleven. —Nortre Dame Jvccrer Tue Buria-Butta Boy rrom YALE I am sure the many little readers of Mister Carnegie’s Puppet will be pleased with the following letter which we re- ceived today from little Oscar Dimwitz, who lives in far off Chucka Kegover: “Dear Aunt Puppet: “T am six years old. I got ina dreadful fight at 3:30 this morn- ing. There were siz of us in a red cab. I told the driver to stop, for I noticed in the gutter a drunken fraternity brother of mine. But the driver said ‘No’; and ‘the cab is full already,’ and then he hit me after I told him I had just pushed out the back end to make room for one more. I am six years old. Love and kisses, OSCAR DIMWITZ.” —Carneaie Puppet “My wife is like a stable- ful of decrepit horses.” | “Yeah? How's that?” | “Nag, nag, nag.” —Sovruern Carirornia | Wamevs Self Defense A small nervous fellow walked into the grocery store. “I want all the rotten eggs you have,” he demanded. “What do you want with stale eggs?” asked the clerk, “are you going to hear Savage speak at the contest tonight?” “ -sh,” hissed the buyer nervously, “I’m Savage.” —Oxranoma Wuirtwinp oe ed “Papa, what was the stone That was the glorious period, my son, when a man axed a woman to marry him.” | —Burrato Bison Por — Hic, know John Brown? | Frosu—What, hic, "siz name? Pot—Who? Micuican GarcoyLe comicbooks.com