Judge — October 1, 1927 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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

This poem we’re sure is a crime— "Cause oughter and quarter don’t rhyme. But don’t pick at flaws, sir, Just think of poor Chaucer! He sure had a pretty good time! or what had you? 3. In fact, there’s no sense to this verse, We're going from better to worse; With the liquor they're handing Out these days, it’s landing Everyone of us birds in a hearse! ‘Nineteen or twenty cocktails, DRINKING SONG By JUDGE, Jr. (The Child Poet) 1. Remember the days, well you oughter ! When cocktails were two for a quarter! When beer was a nickel They threw in a pickle, And fifteen for straight Gordon Water. heepsaligi Your And, And cocktails ruin yer Mixtures, bu for Judge ’S new book Dear Junior: Your rhymes I can’t swaller, But anyway here is a dollar; So send me your book, I'll give it a look, And the recipes in it I’ll foller. And none o guests Ww. The drunkards wife, When drinking your “Here’s How!” It’s really a wow Don’t you think that last stanza was classy, As a poet I'm some demi-tasse; But my real talent lies I'm just telling you guys, In mixing concoctions déclassé. Addicate touch net ht im ee the poem. = wins 5. To be on the safe side just carry, own and in bar-rooms don't tarry; Avoid low speak-eas thus, hebee jeebies, of bootleggers’ wiles be wary. , don’t t send Junior called f your ill be comicbooks.com