Judge — February 7, 1931 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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‘ | The Good Citizen ' Wis he felt the city’s churches i were in need of sweeter chimes, Mister Potiphar A. Perkins wrote letter to The Times. When he thought the County Court House craved a brighter coat of pai To The Times attentive Perkins sent a letter of complaint. When he noticed boorish blunders on the part of other men, In the throes of indign: Perkins seized his pen, And his documents were caustic, whether prose, whether rhymes, And eventually they landed in the office of The Times! n Mister So when Potiphar A. Perkins, after ailing many years, On a mournful Monday morning left this mundane vale of tears For his residence eternal in the sweet Celestial Climes He regretted on his death-bed that he couldn't write The Times. s. Once established up in Heaven in a cheerful cherub state. rkins penned rr-at-the-Gate, Who, concerned with New Arrivals id their list of Earthly Crimes, Threw the letters in the fur -like they used to on The Times! les to St. —Artier L. Lippmann “It's @ lousy railroad, Joe. Zero weather and they ain't sent a closed freight car through this dump in a week.” Oh, Yeah? L’ es of burglars oft remind us, Those that serve the longest time, Are the ones who leave behind them Prints of fingers, near their crime. You know what they say about the columnist: “His ps phs of today are tomorrow's headlines.” And some- body else’s jokes of yesterday. Marriage is a lottery, but the trou- ble is some people take too many chances, “Make a sentence using the word evanescent.” “Well, well, well, evanescent: my . old friend Charlie!” ; The chap who cribbed his way through college takes up bridge. comicbooks.com