Judge — February 23, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Well, priblic, here you are zgain, ready to take your PUN- ishment ! Sentimentalist—What is more sublime than rash beauty? Wag—Nothing, that’s the acne | of perfection. That joke was real spontane- ous—it just broke out. (Thanx, E. G.) You'll need five minutes of si- lent thought on this one: Maybelle, aged 2—My daddy's in the pan business. Maybelle, aged 3—Whiat, pots? Maybelle, a, 2—No, plots, silly. He's dramatic critic on a newspaper! Did I tell you about the con- tented barber who loved his work so that he cut hair and cut hair all day for shear delight? Polite Neighbor—And to think that your dear son has graduated from medical college! Tell me, him a bieycle where is he going to practis Proud) Mamma—Oh, he's all | through practising! Now he's | really going to start a business! The high-school student who as'eed his father to buy | Speaking of those as lives next door, this love-thy-neighbor-as- | thyself stuff is all ri times, but a lot of neighbors go a little too far with their policy of brotherly love. it some- tad, ae 3 St, Gabriel— ides but ¢ St. Peter—Oh, that’s the wo man of it—always harping on one subject! y, Pete, what's the that dame playi nothing Cuvn Groven—Tll have to give up my membership—there’s Jaguars no privacy here any more! comicbooks.com