Judge — July 20, 1929 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE The secretary yawned. “When T can't get to st chops going over a fence.” Then, as oan afterthought, he added “with lots of brown gravy and mint sauce.” “Tf Twas a ewe,” said the vice- president, thoughtfully, “Ud like my lambs to give their wool for felt shoulder pads.” “If Twas you,” said the presi- dent, gritting his teeth, “I'd close my trap!” “There is a market for felt gun waddin id the treas urer, making some rapid calcu lations. sp T count lamb . the treasurer said, with 1catch in his vo “every time a cartridge is fired it takes the wool off some poor innocent | lamb.” | “Not if you're shooting ducks,” ) said Mr. Wormley. “When 1 | shoot ducks, it doesn’t take the | wool off nothin it knocks h outta the ducks. ... Tam | in A number 1 shot.” “T like Jamb hash with a poached egg,” said the vice-presi- dent. “Let's open a restaurant and give the felt business the go-b: “It just so happens,” said the president, “that our charter calls = = for the manufacture of felt prod <= ucts and not for tanh hash. ts ues AG ae Suprn-Saresman—TJ quess the fish aren't worm conscious today. | there any new or unfinished busi- ness to come before this meet- ing?” “My oldest boy got a sheep skin from Hobart this spring,” said the treasurer, proudly. “That very diploma may be part of the husband of the ewe who furnished the wool for my — | felt bedroom slippers,” said the secretary. The president said: “Don’t say ‘ewe who’ at a male directors’ meeting, Gurlick; you'll get into trouble some time The vice-president started to whistle: “When It’s Shearing Time in Old Montana.” The | three other directors joined in the chorus and filed out of the inner sanctum one by one, headed for | a lunch wagon and four large “Here's a case for you, officer! Lookit what I found on this platters of Irish lamb stew. guy!” —Jack Civerr = . J