Judge — December 3, 1927 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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If Acceptances Were True | Mr. Harold Applebottom | regrets that the eight hour work- ing day observed by hs The Long Hang WI Laundry Comp: | makes it impossible for him | to get his only shirt back in time to accept the kind invitation of | Kappa Chi Alpha | ng Lang for dinner Thurs: . June ninth —De Pauw Yerrow Crap It is said that a beautiful dimple may be acquired by sleep- | ing on a collar button. —Penn State Froru nce | ee CHER ADRS: Genius A little Jewish boy was stand- ing on a street corner, making the welkin ring with great sobs and exclamations of distress. About him there soon gathered a large crowd of would-be sympa- thizers. at is the matter, my little asked one of the crowd. “Are you lost?” The boy ceased his wailing. “Tam,” he answered, “I'm lost. Won't you all take me to Gold- blatt’s Cut-Rate Tailoring Shop, at 234 Rosen Street, which has just opened up a marvelous sac fice sale on men’s pants and suits at fifty per cent below cost?” —Toronto Gosiin The Spirit of Football Enters the Shoe Shine Parlor. —Wisconsin Octopus ag NE *30—Some of these profs. lead a dog-gone fast life. *31—I’m not so sure about that; none of them ever pass me.—PreNN Puncn Bow. Lady—Are you sure these lobsters are fresh? Fishmonger—Madam, they are positively insulting. —lowa Frivor An undergraduate, seemingly a permanent fixture around the University, was showing his vis- iting parents around the campus. “That,” he explained, — indi- cating a large brick house, “is the Chancellor's residence.” He pointed to some rooms on econd floor. *s the Chancellor’s study,” > next indicated a large is the Chancellor's study 2” he continued. Then he removed one of the bricks from the Fourteenth street pavement and threw it through the window. The glass broke with a startling crash, and instantly an old gentleman, his face purple with rage, appeared at the ruined window. “And THAT,” the under- graduate concluded imperturb- ably, “is ‘Ernie’ himself.” —Kansas Sour Own comicbooks.com