Judge — November 3, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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business send extra hundred for expenses. No, 3—Sold five orders today send extra five hun- dred for ¢ : 1—Sorry can't attend party have to stay home and help grandpa. she his wooden leg. No, 2—Unable to be at brawl leaving at once on confidential mission to Norway to kipper a few herrings. Glad to learn of Uncle s death when do they read the will wire ny expense. FOR APRIL FOOLS’ DAY. No. 1—When April Fools’ Day rolls around of all the friends I knew [am inclined I gladly find to think old pal of you. —Anrturr L. Lippmann Pozzie Poffen’s Prize Pies Old Pozzie Poffen was cecen- tric. He lived alone in a cabin in the outskirts of Innesbury. Of in afternoon he would don an overskirt and go farther out into the outskirts and pick innesber- ries. Pozzie made lovely pies with deckle edges on the ledges that skirted his domain. There were a lot of ledges, deckle and other- wise. : Pozzie’s pies were prize pies. Vour-ply Prize Pies. He four of his four-ply Prize Pies to the country fa d won four more prizes for the Four Four- ply Prize Pies. Pozzie was fond of his Prize Pies. He could even use ‘em ina sentence, if he could think sentence to use ‘em in. Pozzie Poffen’s Innesbury — Four-ply Prize Pies in a sentence, that was trick, but Pozie could do it. Pozzie used to keep his Prize Pies for years until they ossified. Then he'd advertise Ossified Pies. Oss Prize Pies. But they were hard to sell. Oh, very hard He sold some to the officers of the fishery. Then he advertised, Poz- zie Poffen’s Ossified Prize Pies for Fishery Officers. In this way he made his pile. He piled his pile into his car and drove to the bank. He was afterward known as a pile-driver. Nate Cottier NOW LET'S TAKE IT ON THE LAMB QUICK! SAID THE PHOTOGRAPHER Here’s the one we mopped with in the deuce spot at the Elite in Scoharie last fall. “Why didn't he rent you his apartment, Jake?” asked Jake. “He said I was so bow-legged that I'd al- ways be rubbing the paper off the walls, Jake!” responded Jake. Oh, Mr. Shubert, you're not going to send me on the road? anp—But you can’t cook, Boadicea! here are always cook-books.” “Yeah—but can you read?” comicbooks.com