Judge, 1929-11-16 · page 28 of 36
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Eating Up the Prophets First Lion—Well, I'm going in the rcond Lion—Yes, we're “here 3 gone to martyr!” Tyson Aten, U. of Chattanooga ’31 Success Stories: The salesman who went to Scotland and sold straw hats with «: ps. —lIzzy Kissex, Long Island U. *32 And then there's Palpitating Patty, who, having gone out with a poct the other night, is ready to mend the old saw to: Poets may he born, but they can be made too. —Kennetin Fenn, Stanford °29 On the eve of their execution an Irishman, a Scotchman and a Jew were asked if they would like any special delicacy. The Irish- man voted for Trish stew, the Scotchman for a bottle of whiskey and the Jew fancied strawberries and © a. But,” protested the warden, “strawberries are not in season. “Vell,” retorted the Jew, * can vait.” —Artitur Server, Long Island U. ~ RS pe TTT f “But, Officer, you can’t me for this—I'm insane —Frankuis N. Beaves Wabash ’. Annabelle thinks lobbyists are those people who are always wait- ing in line to get into Ross —Anriun Sirverseat Harvard “I will tell you something That you ought to know, To become a musician, Don't lose your tempo!” —Tyson Aten, U. of Chattanooga ’31 RNS Bg un? = Bum GOR Mad About Her I was cating a rosy-red apple one night, When up stepped a sweet little critter, And said in’ the softest voice: “Gimme a bite,” Good Gawd, you should see how [ bit her! —Thomas EB. Berke, Columbia ’30 Stern Parent—What do all these 30's on your report ecard Son—Oh, the Economics prot plays the stock market, and. he split three got up to —Antier one when my mark LVERRLATT, Harvard ‘30 Then there was the Scotehman who found a pac plasters and bought tight shoes. —Bon De Haves, U, of Wise. 29 of corn pair of He—Oh! please get off. The strap-hanger—Why don't That's my foot; you put your foot where it be- longs. He—Don't tempt me, madam. —Tir Man, Fordham °32 cd S wa /1// VW ye = sf oe < B33 yO’ Im SEG — “Who made this awful litter?” cried the King. —Row ann Lyox, George Washington U. ’29 comicbooks.com K Pi