Judge — September 14, 1929 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Sleepy Valet —Swsey Gorpnens Resourceful Dick “Fine.” he says when he finds his roommate has put corn flakes between the sheets. “Tl breakfast in bed.” —Pact Ley Oregon,’ have The perennial daredevil who used to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel now satisfies himself by taking an automobile ride the Canadian border. Antuce Sitverniatr, Harvard "3 along Proposed theme strip-poker party: You, Sweetheart.” Gronge Mitacrn, U. of Oklahoma 730, song for a “Let Me Call Nit—Gimme a with Ptomaine in it. Wit—From the sun-kissed shores of California to the rock bound ce —Exteny Crank, Jn. Harvard °33, sentence st ptomaine. “Oh, those Mama! Is that one of and-storms like in’ the movies? That's getting out of a Shush-shush, Junior. only Daddie trap.” —H. K. Lower, Rutgers "31, JUDGE A Love Game (Handsome Willie Whiteflan- nels is paying court to his love, beauteous Belinda Borotra.) Willice—I love you a Lott. Lob me and the whirl is mine! Belinda—Let me have time. Willie—Set darling. I am at your service. (There is a great racquet heard, and Daniel Daviscup drives up.) Daviseup (to Belinda)—I game to warn you. Tape my ad- vice and do net have anything to do with him, (Points to Willie.) Willie—What a base line. In a minute Pll come back-hand sock you Van Ryn in the jaw! Belinda” (to Daviseup) — 1 Wills so! Default is all yours! Daviscup—Volley well, then, Exit.) rlinda—Darling, our doubles are over. It pace to be your own time, virtu- ous. Willie—La Coste of mar is not so gr ried right away. Belinda—No, first I Cochet my wedding veil. Willie—AlL right, then, Our match will be at ten. ( himself) I can hardly wait Tilde: —Anriun Sirvernratt, Harvard "30, Let us get mar- must. Rieutr—Let’s go on an en- durance flight. Lert—All right: You fly the plane and I'll tear the sheets off the calendar, —Gerxey Wittiams Michigan * Stema Cu—I saved the fire Stama Ne—That's nothing, I got the fire extinguisher, —Rowtanxn Lyon George Washington L Sugar Daddy’s Farewell My bridge-work is falling out, Falling out, Falling out. And I've got appalling gout, Appalling gout, Appalling gout. So to you I'm calling out: Farewell, ladies —Davin S. Leuman, Notre Dame, 29