Judge — November 5, 1927 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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

He—Are you going in my direction? a minute, I'll ith you. —Crincinnatt Cynic This Is Punny American—Shoot a little pool? Englishman—No, I don’t play the bally game. Editor’s Note—When we see the guy that wrote this, some- thing besides pool will be shot! —Oun1o State Sun Diar “Just between you, me, and the lamppost, what do you see in that girl?” “Not a thing. But with the girl between me and the lamp- post — well, that’s a different story.” —Mrynesota Sxi-U-Man Driver of the car (unfamiliar with the road)—I take the next turn, don’t Muffled voice from the seat—Like thunder you do! —Dartmovutu Jack-o-Lantern back They told him to come forth, but he came fifth, and escaped pyorrhea, —Cotorapo Dopo Gather your kisses while you may, Time brings only sorrow, For the girls who are so free today Are ch —Georaia rons tomorrow. EcH YELLOW JACKET O Nanna “Can you remember the first boy you ever kissed?” “Can’t even last one.” —Texas Rancer remember the He—A man: asked me_ this afternoon if I wouldn’t drop in some time and see his line of snappy nec ‘ alesman ? He—No, a musical revue pro- ducer. —Wituiams Purrete Cow wear, ctwilder Finst Jorty Rounper—Step on it, Hector; we must get to the races. Seconn Jotty Rounper—Hustle me not; I do not choose to run. —Boston Beanpot Srvupe—IVill you wake me up after this lecture? AnotHer—Did you bring the alarm clock? —Wisconsin Octopus Padre—You'll ruin your stom- ach, my good man, drinking that stuff. Old Soak—S'all__ right. It won't show with my coat on. —Cornett Wivow The hostess was talking to one of her guests as the two sat on the lawn listening to a chimes tiful, aren’t they?” re- marked the hostess. “Pardon?” inquired the guest. “T say, they’re beautiful, aren’t “I’m sorry,” roared the guest, “but I can’t hear a word for those damned chimes.” —Westr Point Pointer “What makes the grass grow green, Uncle Tom?” “That question is futile, "Liza, futile.” —Nesraska AwGwaNn EDWARD LANGER PEINTING CO., INC., JAMAICA, N. T. comicbooks.com