Judge — June 14, 1930 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Commencement Memories “TUST think, graduating from college! Why I can remember when you were only so high!” ... “Ha! Another bond salesman given to the world!” . Well, your college are over now and you'll have to do something else bes drinking for a living a3 “Tm ing you this paid-up life insurance policy, my boy. Now that you're graduating you want to forget frivolity and think of the serious things in life!” .. . “So this is your room? How did you mana to gather together such a collection of broken furniture, and whose picture is that on the mantelpiece, and what are these queer-sha bottles?” ... “Graduating, huh? Tsk, tsk! Best years of your life are gone now. You'll never have as good a time as that again! . “I hear that Bob is graduating magna cum laude and almost at the 1 of the class. By the way, where do you stand?” . . . “Wh splen- did in it. Of course, no one looks pe F al ina cap and gown!” ... “Well, it’s all over now! You'll have to begin wearing garters again —A. S. The girl who'd been there before. Scot.—Won’t confess, eh? Well, take him out and give him the third degree, boys! The Vacation Trip armEern JON gazed tenderly at his wife, who was listening to the Phil- harmonic Symphony Orchestra on their twelve-tube superheterodyne. “How would you like a little holi- day,” he asked, “a second honeymoon in the new sixteen-cylinder roadster?” “Td be thrilled,” said Ma Jones. “But do you think you could leave the farm?” “Sure,” said the squire. “The clee- tric milking machines are practically fool-proof. The gasoline tractors have just been overhauled. The chemical laboratory is in charge of the smartest soil chemist in the State. My new efficiency engineer is getting ten per cent more yield per acre from the gar- den truck patches. The pasteurizing and canning plants have been thor- oughly modernized. My roadside re- freshment stand and the antique fur- niture factory are in charge of the most competent manager I could hire. The advertising of our butter and eggs is producing fine results and the sales gr: steady upward curv “Oh, I'd love to go,” sighed Ma Jones as she put down the current sclection of the Book of the Month Club, “Where to, Abr “Up to Wisconsin,” said Farmer Jones. “I know just the place for a change and a rest. We're going to spend our n out in the country on a real, old-fashioned farm!" —Artice L. Lirpaaxs yh shows a comicbooks.com