Judge — May 14, 1927 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Judge (to fat lady)—And why did you strike the doctor? Fat Lady—Well, Judge, he ex- amined me and then said, “Lady, this malady of yours is very serious; I don’t know whether to blast or to operate.” —Rurcers CHanticLeer ss Chemistry Prof—What is an alloy? Stude—An alloy is a small street. —Darrmoutn Jack O'LanTERN ed y trouble with “No, but the bartenders sure did.” —Rice Ow. FR He who reads the Bible—Why was business so bad in the days of Daniel? He who does not—I'll bite, why? H.W. R. T. B.—Beeduse the lions ate up all the prophets. —Carouna Buccaneer r a “Young man, does your mother know you smoke?” “Say, lady, does your hus- band know you stop to talk to strange men on the street?” —C. C. N. Y. Mercury Isaac—JWhat time is it? Warton—That wasn't no lady. Isaac—Do you serve fish here? Warron—It must have been three other fellows. T8aac—Shake, friend, I see that you have been reading the college comics, too. —St1anrorp CHAPARRAL Tim—I'm gonna take physics. Tom—What for? Tim—I'm gonna be a _physi- cian. —Anizona KitryKat ered Girls who lead prayer meetings and sing church hymns are wanted in Africa, They are not wanted here. —Bowporn Bear Skin ada The rumor that Harvard, Yale and Vassar will make up the Big Three next year has been flatly denied by the captain of the Har- vard eleven. The captain said that since 1882 the Harvard tearm had come out of the Vassar con- tests badly gouged and bitten. —Pirr Pantuer Trafic Cop—Did you blow your horn? Motorist—No, why? Does it look like it needed blowing? —lIowa Frivor FSS Stealthily he crept forward. He was almost upon her, and yet she suspected nothing. Closer and closer he moved, and now he was almost leaning over her. His head was close to hers. His eyes hing, and then he whispered to her softly, “Move the paper over so I can read it; this is sure one tough exam.” —SovuTHern Carirornia Wampvs Peed “How much do you want to fix this puncture?” “Three dollars.” “Is that your flat-rate?” —Rutcers Cuanticreer ed Man (at telephone)—Zander! Zander! Z! Z! No, not C! AB CDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTU VWXYZ!! —Canirornia Pevican He—Girls I kiss stay kissed. ) Yeh. I should think ‘ould be enough. —Texas Rancer comicbooks.com m