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JUDGE Jest in Pun This is “Use - Up - Odds - and- Ends - Week,” and no money back... First’ Salesman—I hear Joe Hoosits is on the road. Second —Yeh, he’s peddling — | bicycles. Her'n—Isn't it terribly hard to be a proof reader? His'n—Why, no, it's simply a case of follow the error. First Violinist—Where’s Leon? Second Violinist’s Wife—Oh, he’s fiddling around somewhere. “His jokes are all far-fetched.” “Yeah, he brought the last batch back from China.” | Maybe we can break this up with something appropriate to the | season... iladys, aren't you ever going to get up? First Flapper—What are “Great heavens! Did you wake me up just to ask me that?” swearing off for New Y cond—Petting. I'm going to keep my kisses for the man I marry. First—Gosh, I couldn't swear off to save my nec! Have you been reading about the man and his wife arraigned for mutua sault with a ham- mer? They've forgiven each — | other now, and gone home—with mallets toward none. Slogan appearing in the ad- vertisement pages of the Can- nibal Isles newspaper, The Daily Stews: Bread is your best friend . eat more of it. Visitor in Greenwich Apart- ment—Sonya is the perfect hos- tess. One feels so at home on these luxurious divans. | WELL, WE'RE ON THE BIG TIME AT LAST, Another One—Yes, she be- | CHUCKLED THE HAPPY HOOFERS lieves in making her guests com- } | Hi, Walt, I hear the wise mob in the City Hall p. 0. antici- fortably. pates a blessed event in the shape of two new pen-points. Is it on the up-and-up? “The milk this a. m. was sour,” grifed One line to go. Oh, well... Mrs, Goldilor. “Oh, yeah?” burned the common carrier. “When I call my kitty “Emporium,” something’s wrong the milkman always hears about it; but you because she’s just become a never tell him when the milk ain't sour, do you?” Ah, but you market (tar ket). should hear the orurn one I know about a milkman! —Jaguita comicbooks.com