Judge — October 27, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE FETCH ME A PAIL OF EAM, STUPID, BARKED THE BOSS PLUMBER Blow the call to quarters, bugler, and stand by to repel boarders. “You poor man, you say you haven't had anything to eat all day?” queried the housewife. “Nope,” replied Languid Laurence; “the only thing I d today was an insult!" Please don’t sell me down the river, massa, I didn’t mean it! The proud father unveils the new baby in the park. Variation It’s easy enough to be ugly When everything's going dead wrong, But the man who will swear when he's walking on air Is the man whom I sing in this song. It’s easy enough to be grouchy When life seems as gay hearse, But the man who will bleat when his luck is complete Is the theme of my rollicking verse, It’s casy enough to be gloomy When dismal and doleful and downed, But the guy who will yell when he’s wealthy and well Should be tied to a boulder and drowned! —A.L. L. The Preliminis-ies “Well, everything looks rosy, if our luck will just hold.” “Yep, I think we've got things lined up. I just paid our alumni dues and subscribed to all the col- lege publications.” “Good. I sent in a $1,000 con- tribution to the Memorial Build- ing Fund. That ought to help.” “I've had practically every faculty member out to lunch, and 1 promise to help.” od stuff. And I’ve been obtain of the team a Il summer for doing t those letters of “Then we've recommendation from the the Governor, three Supreme Court Justices, and President Coolidge.” I hear that ands of let- ¥ in our behalf was a real i¢ And I'm going to marry the daughter of the chairman of the Athletic Committee next’ week. — Every- thing looks good.” “Yes, sir, if we don’t get for the big game this y: won't be our fault.” —Joun C. Emery rats r, it 20 comicbooks.com