Judge, 1928-12-29 · page 25 of 37
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have T awaited word of the out- side world; in vain,” he moaned, “all, all in vain, Alas for my wasted youth, my robust: middle years—gone, all gone!" and he wiped a furtive tear from his wasted check. “T have not far to go now,” he faltered, “Iam near the end bear with me, young man, for al- ready I fi the hand of death upon my brow.” He leaned weakly, trembling- ly against me; suddenly a spasm of pain seemed to hold him in its grip. He clutched me fran- tically; his lips moved, mutter- ing what I thought to be some myst inean . Bending J to get the spirit left his decrepit body I caught these words—"Operator, I do for Riverside 15703," Norman H. Gink Mrs. Crabber is so dumb that she thinks HE SINGING FOOL” is her husband taking his bath. “Give me a sentence with the word ‘megaphone.’ ” “You think you megaphone of me, eh?” JUDGE The difference between wit and humor? About grand a year, girls. Here's a sample of humor—maybe: “Where'll I hang my college diploma after it’s framed?” said young Schnau ser. “Right next to that beautifully engraved vil stock of mine!” snapped his paxcpaxe. Gladys, will you hand me that siz-shooter that’s hanging on the wall? Romance of a Scotchman It was Sandy's night to call, so his girl waited. She knew he would bring her a present. Invariably he did so. Once he had brought her some pictures of her he had taken (the roll to be developed and printed later). At another time he had given her a lock of his hair. Or a piece of his mind. Always something. She knew what to expect this She had hinted at a box ndy. ou knew T wanted a box of candy, Sandy?" she said hope- fully as she glanced at him. “T sure did,” he answered. “I remembered that. I thought of it on the y down, And _ so,” he continued, “I brought you a Lucky. Better to light a Lucky whenever you crave sweets.” P. S—And how do the Happi- ness Boys and their company like that? And then there is the Scotch doctor who had a patient who ran up a temperature of 108, The doctor put him in the cellar to heat the building. comicbooks.com