Judge — October 20, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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

Youne Lavy or tik Pertoo—IWe haven't niuch time—come on, Billy, snap into it! “How far to the country club?” “Right around the next turn. That's their dump you're look- ing at.” JUDGE Ma, the old Oil Can is down in the cellar. Bobby, how often have I told you not to speak so disrespect- fully of your father? The trouble with most women is their trouble with most men, A Bedtime Story The shades of night were falling fast The s« For Mal ne Was most appallin’ 1 couldn't go to bed Because the shades had fallen. Guilty You sold me a canary yester- day, didn't you? I don't’ really — remember, Madam, Well, here’s the bill. That'll prove it, won't it? Well, yes. I suppose we did sell it to you. What's the matter with it, won't it sing? Sing, hell. I gave it its bath this morning and the gold paint came off, It's nothing but a sparrer. There's many a nip Twixt the hip and the lip. Early Piety One day a tramp knocked at a back d To him came the master of the house. The tramp spoke up: “If you have a ax, mister, Pl...” To whom the M. O. H. made reply: “If I'd a sharp ax I'd of chopped a piece off my wife's pie and eaten it myself.” The two uppermost thoughts now controlling the minds of women are birth and girth con- trol, Nothing succeeds like excess. —Groree Mrrenent comicbooks.com