Judge — October 26, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Nominations for Football’s Hall of Fame The half, s father who silently sat incognito in the stands while his son made a forty-yard run for a touchdown, The sweet young thing who when asked if she liked the game replied: “I don't care a whoop for it, but I attend the games be- cause it’s the thing to do.” The bewhiskered old g refused to fors: flat to sit d who n-heated blinding snow storm and see his alma mater get licked. The radio announcer who man- aged to remain self composed and articulate when a fifteen-yard run wus made. The candid coach who told his rs that they would probably be licked, but to trot out and go through the motions anyhow. The star sports-writer who did not refer to the opposing players as “gridiron gladiators” and who refrained from of the nous n *s behind stadium nd “strident, sta cheering that punctured the au- tumn atmosphere, All subs who when rushed into the game with one minute to failed to make the winning touch- down, —A. L. L. the 0 If the Lord really wanted to try Job, He should have made him wait in line at a public golf- [DONMAVOURBECTEVERIT On request I Visiron—What peculiar fuel! “Yes, T run the furnace for the first tio months with dircet mail advertising.” Prof. Collier will not fur Little Snapoch, the pot winged | turtle “belenaing to Else n_ 1909 Brad Buckhart of Fardale Academy hit a ball so hard that it completely circled the globe and hit the umpire in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. ~The nish proof of at BY Dins- Tore of Duluth, always flies —_ “fhe Dominick Hen of San Domingo lays domino eggs. game was called on account of dorkness walking trousers of a two-punts it owned mar Lutefisk oF lair, Md. ways hes them near by for use ould he tear the other pair. Embarrassing We don't mind how many peo- ple crowd into the rumble seat in our car, but we do hate to take a trip with the car so crowded that half a dozen is follow us look- ing for business. Scotch motorists always pick up a hitch-hiker just before they run out of gas. he guy who owns the car in front of me and the guy owns the car in’ back,” —R. C. O'Brtes who