Judge — July 16, 1927 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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

This is a picture of Alci- biades and his Ford. Alcibiades does not show in the picture because he is three miles down the road putting a tack back where his tire picked it up. Alcibiades is very particular about such things. —On1o Green Goat Professor—See here, my man, who in the devil told you to plant all that new shrubbery in my front yard? Gardener—Why, your wife, of course. Professor—Mighty pretty, isn’t it? —WasasH Caveman SR Stoic—Mrs. Bloatz says she talked with the spirit of old Bili last night. Skeptic—Yeh? What’s he try- ing to do—stage a comeback? —CorneLL Winow We never yet heard of an absent-minded professor who for- got to flunk anyone. —Ruvtcers CHantICcLEER He’s not shot if you can still see the whites of his eyes. —Boston Beanpot eee A handkerchief belonging to William Penn has been found. It will be placed in the museum and labeled: The Original Penn- wiper. —Western Reserve Repcar “Jim proposed to me again.” “What did he propose this time?” —N. Y. U. Mepiey It isn’t the original cost ... it’s the pup keep! —Carneaie Puppet “I love to see a man flunk a pipe.”—Prof. McCosh. —Srtanrorp CHAPARRAL “Do you think autos are ruin- ing the younger generation?” “No, I think the younger gen- eration is ruining the autos.” —N. Y. U. Meptey St Little Boy (returning from swim)—Mother, papa certainly is a good swimmer. Mother — Why, sonny, papa cannot swim a stroke. Little Boy—Well, anyway, he can sure stay under water a long time. —Penn Puncu Bow. Prod your He was a sad young man, standing at the side of his rather dilapidated Ford which had stalled on the highway. “Can you spare me some gasoline?” he asked, as I slowed down. “Yes, most assuredly, I can spare you some gasoline,” I said. “I shall want quite a bit of gasoline,” he went on. “Can you spare it?” “Yes, I think I can even do that,” I replied. “In fact, I shall want all the gasoline you have,” he said. He looked at what I had, and ap- peared contented. Then a devilish smile crept over his face. “Now,” he said, “will you help me carry it over here and pour it on my car? And by thé way, have you a match?” —Princeton Tiger comicbooks.com