Judge — August 27, 1927 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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To a Knickerbockered Maiden Damsel, dressed in linen knickers, Silken hose and high-heeled shoes, Drained I drams of potent liquors Which befuddle and bemuse, Candidly, my trousered cutie, Drunk or sober, I'd confess I could see but little beauty In your dress. Anthony would not get het up Over Cleopat. today Were she tricked out in the get-up You so tastelessly display; Solomon would never call for Any of his harem pets, Romeos would rarely fall for Juliets. Ever since the days when Adam Brought his Eve a skirt of grass, Maids like you on yon macadam Toyed with men—but listen, lass: Would you have our hearts beat faster? Would you make our pulses spurt? Would your glances spell dis- aster? Get a skirt! —Arrucer L. Lirpmann Time to Get Located Drunk (regaining conscious- ness in jail)—Where am I? Where am I? Cellmate—Don't be so im- patient. You've got ten days to find out. Hope Blink—If a doctor told you you had but one month to live, how would you spend your time? Blank—Looking for a new doctor. ck is some composer, isn’t he Naw, he don’t compose, he just draws lines on fly paper and then plays it.” Catactysmic Moments Mr. Winchester goes hunting. comicbooks.com