Judge — June 11, 1927 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Sax Player (at intermission)— Can’t we play a game to pass the time away? Drummer—Let’s play “follow the leader” for a change. —Pexn State Frorit SA&8 First Fraternity Brother—Did the hat I lent you yester- you day? ond Fraternity Brother—I lent it to Bill. First Fraternity Brother—You fool! Didn't I tell you it was his hat? —Wast NGTON CoLUMNS fd A rag of bone and a hank of hair Is all it takes for a y fair. A chin and nose, the profile Greek, You have a handsome movie sheik. Two knees, red lips, and an empty head. Behold our co-ed. friend the sweet —Catirornia PELican féenayman Pror.—lWhat’s the reason (she called him Osear—first, be- Sue (anziously)—Oh, sir, for falling hair? cause that was his name and first, won't you aid a maiden in | | Proversiat Voice From because he used to Osear for so Back—I suppose the death of many things). “Oscar,” she said, He—No, not in that dr a wealthy relative. “Tam going to send you to a camp Darrmovru Jack —Wintiams Purete Cow this summer. ¥ O'Lantern | - Tell me, man, is this town very wet? Boy—Is it wet? . they call that part over there the “deep end,’ the * Stranger young nd this part here they call shallow end.” —Nennaska Awawan “Boy, I met one smooth woman at that dance; a countess from some foreign country. “Ru 2” “Not much; her husband was with her.” DarrmMovutit Jack O'Lanvern, Bed-Time Story By Uncle Wrigley Once upon a time, believe me or not, dear children, there was a little child—yes, a little child, and in going that far, I might s: that he was a bad egg. He w: use he had been a bad egg, bec spoiled. Wasn't that — rotten, children? One day the little _ boy's mother d to him, “Oscar” Diac—Is he dumb? Is he dumb? He broke leg once and the | S. P. C. A, wanted to shoot him. —Pirr Pantuer “Ist—because I want to get rid of you and 2st—because I want to get rid of you. And_ that makes it unanimous. I hope you don’t feel hurt.” So little Oscar journeyed to camp. There he went swimming three imes a day and became un- recognizable. By the time he returned home | he had certainly developed! His | mother said to him, “Oscar, you re no longer ‘ Ne, mother, a bad egg, are you?” he replied; “I went girls’ camp and learned that no bad egg could ever make a chicken.” “Swell,” said mama; “and now you can be my t little sweet cookie bee been a wafer so lon Wasn't that Three guesses. over to the use you've nice, children? | —Wasuixcron Dirce comicbooks.com