Judge, 1927-09-17 · page 25 of 36
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‘opy available LADIES’ HOME JOURNAL NUMBER One-Eyed Connolley may be 4 champion gate crasher, but think what he could do with a college education. Corcate Banter Visitor—Are there any slick crooks in this city? Pittsburgher—S liek crooks! Man—one evening at a dance they stole my pants and hung weights on my suspenders so I wouldn't miss them until they had gone. —Carnecie Tecu Purrer Tue Man—There must be some shooting going on. up there. Tue Cop—Yeah, according to all reports. —Hamirton Cuareron Inquisitive Person to merer—Did you go to a school for your stammering? Stammerer—N-n-no, 1-1-1 p- picked it up m-m-myself. —N. Y. U. Mepiey “Do you think a derby would look well on a man like me?” “Yes, if he wasn’t too much like you.” —M. I. T. Voo Doo Generosity The preacher was preaching on the lesser prophets. It had been quite a lengthy sermon al- ready, and it wasn’t over yet. Finally, as the end of the third hour approached, the preacher said: “And now we come to Mal- achi, the last of the lesser proph- ets. What will we do with Where can we place Just then an old lady in the rear of the church, who was visi- bly annoyed by the length of the sermon, arose, saying: “You can give him my seat. I’m going home.” uTHERN Car. Wampvs Stam- “Did you hear that the president of that university has stopped petting?” “Well, I should think he would—a man of his age!” —Sranrorp CHaparraL “Tell me, Anemone, is there anything more exhausting than Charlestoning with a man with a wooden leg?” “T am astonished at your igno- rance, Clapboard! Of there is! to sing a ¢ —Miuppvesvry course Have you never tried baby to sleep?” Banoon Lowsrow—IVhy is an argu- ment like a Ford? Hicgusrow—I cawn’t imaw- gine. Lowsrow—My Gawd, mis- Ain't you ever seen a —Pirr Panxtuer comicbooks.com