Judge — November 17, 1928 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE “IT’S A LOV Y SPGNGE CAKE FOR YOUR BIRTH- DAY,” LAUGHED THE LITTLE WOMAN Well, well, here’s old reliable No. 43576, Series B, dusted off and ready for the customers. “See here, miss,” snapped old Mrs. Pepper to a salesgirl, “why don't you stop talking when I look at you?” “Sorry, ma’am, but I ain’t no clock!” retorted Bella, taking down her back hair. Come down off the flag-pole, Fred, they want to hoist Old Glory. Two SPapES? You'ss. Bip FIVE) | DramMonns — THA ss WHAT You'LL BID! The King of Petunia enjoys a little bridge game with three of his subjects. Jest in Pun And Otherwise Cracks hat fellow’s output is stag- iter or manufacture “Neither. Bouncer in a night club.” Success by leaps and bounce. Song of the Philosophical Anti- Stevedores: a-piers they'll dock our pay, boys—wharf they do?” I bet that one made you quayle. that’s Here's one simply “Oh, no, just a lieutenant.” A major offense, any way you look at it. First Grass Widow—Who was that gent I seen you with last night? Second G. W.—That wasn’t no gent—that was my has-been! Gent-ly with the bricks—re- member I’m a lady. Limber Limericks, No. 1 There was a young lady from Greenwic Who simpully couldn't eat speen- wich, She could choke down a dab, A sliver, or slab, But that would be all she could meenwich, Not bad, for exactly 18 seconds by the clock. Here’s one I worked on 18 days... “You'd hardly know him—he’s gotten to be such a stocky fellow.” “Oh—thicker?” “No, ticker.” Well, maybe I’d better work on it a little longer. “Oh, boy, what a baby I met Well, s’long, Abyssinia later... —Jaguita comicbooks.com