Judge, 1930-01-25 · page 19 of 36
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“His looks spoke volumes.” abate, in direct proportion, about 7 aimed the president, jumping to his et. The vice-president said: let’s—it'll make too much noise “T mean, a very quict one,” president replied. “What would we say on it?” asked the secretary. The treasurer answered: “We can say, ‘All well, wish you were here. Frank arrived safely. Wire twenty dollars. “Who's Frank?” puzzled the presi- dent. The vice-president replied: “Don't pay no attention to Hutchinson; he’s nuts. . . . Here’s what, though, fel- “Don't the JUDGE lows: Let's ask everyone in the city to drop eggs on toast as quictly as possible at a certain fixed time we'll record the noise on our c work out a stagger system whereby all eggs east of Fifth Avenue will be dropped twenty minutes later than eggs west of Fifth Avenue. r STOPPING EVERYTHING ‘olks, I’m a self-made man!” “Well, you forgot your hair!” Ly wife makes more noise than a) > seerctary. “I’ve dings on both. “Have you tried ash bought her a muffler mittens for Christmas. . by little woman a check for $3.50, with love and good cheer from Rodney,” said the president proudly. “That's not president. “Th cording s” added the v Faraday noise instrument shows that our cook is on a par with squeaky brakes, riveting, airplanes, gin parties, loc motive whistles, and, when I don't her off on time, fire-department sirens and trucks. The president rapped quietly for order with a soft-rubber gavel and said in a whisper: “I will now read to the Noise Commission the third chap- ter of ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ and then we will all tip-toe, in orderly fashion, to the Mohawk Boiler Works for an hour of observation and some tomato-and-lettuce sandwiches.” The vice-president raised his hand and whispered: “Hey, Miss Smythe, may I be excused—I've got to sce a dog about a flea!” —Jacx Cruetr “Just back from Europe, eh? Sorry, but I’ve gotta rush down to the office.” «.. And any lobby, now that long ones are. wz comicbooks.com |