Life — September 8, 1921 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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September & JO MILLERS %& Why, the Eye-dea!—Nipp—tThe oculist says my eyes are strained and Tl have to give ’em a rest. Tuck—’S trouble—long studying? Nipp—Nope, short skirts—Dart- mouth Ash-receiver. Now She Knows.—Sapleigh—Too bad about Dapleigh’s being arrested for specding, and getting a week in jail, wasn't it? Tupleigh—Yes, Ill bet his wife is all |}roken up over it. Supleigh—On the contrary, she says that she is glad it happened. Vapleigh—How’s that? Supleigh—She says that now for the firs! time in ten years she knows where he is nights—Princeton Arm-band. A Well “Red” Peasant : loujik (sic)\—By Sr. Nicnoras, Va: Vi. BEED ALL paAy!— Trudolyubivaya Prcheld ( Moscow). Wreck-less Driving.—B ig g s— Why does Henry Peck look so happy? Did he get a raise? Baggs—No. His wife’s mother was in a railroad wreck, and ‘she won’t be out of the hospital for six months.— Sevannah Exclamation Point. With Apologies to Judge We'll Say It’s a Wreck- ord.—Boggs—Why does Henry Peck look so gloomy? Did he lose his job? Buggs—No. His wife’s mother was in a railroad wreck, and she escaped without a scratch.—At- lanta Oblivion. The Ford-th Dimen- sion.— She —But what- ‘ever made you buy that second-hand _flivver? He—It was the only car I could af-Ford—Au- gusta Autopsy. A Pain(t)ful Inci- dent.—Browne — There isn’t a natural thing about that Miss Rougeleigh. Greene—How do you figure that? Browne—Even her mind is made up.—Des Moines Goldfish. Dangerous Curve Ahead!—Mrs. Flivverby—Goodness, William, are you tinkering with that engine again? —Voice of Flivverby (from under car) —No, my love, I am just lying under here to avoid sunburn.—Mount Clem- ens Ward-Heeler. Vol-steady There, Now! What’s the matter? Lame leg? Jerry—Nope, boot-leg—Penn State Nitwit. Tom— A Tea-ser.—New Curate (nervously offering a plate of muffins)—Won’t you try one of these? Astigmatic and Deaf but Lovable Old Lady (who has dropped in at the rec- tory for tea, and who mis- takes the muffins for a col- lection of fragments of exploded shells) —Oh, how interesting! Now tell me, did you pick these up at Vimy Ridge?—Punch. Movie-Talk. — Jones —How did you come out in your new movie job? Bones—Rotten; I tried to “register” a hit with the Boss, but he caught me in a “close-up” with his daughter out “on loca- tion” and I had to “fade out."—Cornell Cream The Watch on the “Wine” Tepc8.” re sore oe J er (Munich). Let’s Go.—Wi, come: from the ste do you? Waggle lesworth—So you of Massachusetts, rth—Yep. Cotuit. Wigglesworth—Go to it yourself, old boy; I've got, another date—Lehigh Toothbrush. Heard on the Campus.—First Stewed-cat—I understand old Baldy gave the class a cut in Comp. Lit. this morning. Second Stewed-cat—Only to the up- cut, eh?—Yale Alumni Weekly. A Pun-ishable Offense “How I apore THE BEAUTIFUL SEA (BELLE MER)!” “FoR MY PART, If IS THE MOTHER-IN-LAW (BELLE-MERE) Separator. tuat I perest!”—Le Journal Abusant (Paris) comicbooks.com