Judge — June 11, 1927 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE on — I prithee, Agnostoces whither —goest thou? J. L. Suttivan—To the Round Table of King Arthur, And forsooth, the y, Graeco? Str11—Pzounds! To square things up, fool! —Vireinia Reew Jean—What are you stopping for, Tor Varnish—To see if I have a flat tire or not. —Neraska Awewan FAK Dill—Poor fellow, poor fellow! He looks bad! Pickled—Who looks bad? Dill—Ben Turpin. —N. Y. U. Meprey Ss He—She tries so hard to ap- pear natural, She—That dress ought to be a big help. —Toronto Gosiin Jaisey—Is this wrong: “1 have et”? —Yes. eEY—What’s wrong with Anusy—You ain’t et yet. —Navy Loe “So you're from C.C.N.Y.? What's that? A railre —Princeton Ticer SAS Just because there’s no light in your girl’s parlor is no sign she’s not at home. —Penn Strate Frorn SBR “Jack's just been jilted by a street cleaner’s daughter.” “Why doesn’t he sewe —Pirr PantTHer “Let’s get somebody else to play Bridge.” “That guy over there looks pretty safe and sane.” “Good. Fourth,” Then he can be the —Wituiams Purete Cow “The fraternity feud at Stan- ford is terrible.” “Yes, I there.” know. I've eaten —Orecon Wesroor add Father—I got a note from your teacher today. Son—That’s all right, pa. IL keep it quiet. —Cornetit Wivow RS Moths are economical—they eat nothing but holes. —Missourt Ovriaw Chaucer on Spring Whan that Aprille with his nastie shoures Hath drenched all our shoon with swich licoures, Of which vertu’ engendred is pneumonie, And yonge folkes think on matri- monie, And lustie youthes singen all day long, And brainie cyniques loughen at hir song— Then longen folk to quitt the wayes of knolledge, And students for to quickly leaven colledge, And spend hir time in revelrie and joking, At Smythe, Newe York, Ber- muda, or Hoboking. —Yate Recorv 22 Professor—Now see here, Mr. Jones, if you were asked to classify the females of a race of black monkeys, what name would you give them? Student—Monkey wenches. —Sranrorp CHAPArnaAtL OG ny) Tiep—Did you ever see nothing? Torrp—No, Tiep—Do you want to see nothing? Torrp—Yes. Tiepep—IVell! Close — your eyes. What do you see? ‘Torrp—Nothing. —Lemou Burr comicbooks.com