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Show SATURDAY, MAY 19, 1931 Page 15 THE JOURNAL 5UNNYSIDE Fast Guy By Lcn Kleis VIRGIL Two farmersrsitting"by the stove" US1 By Bert Thomas WYLDE AND WOOLY I'M MARSHAL MARSHALL, I'M WHY ARE YOU THE NEW TOWN MARSHAL. LOOKIN' AT ME SO CURIOUSLY, FRIEND? WONDERIN' WHY YER WHISKERS GROW ON JUST ONE SiPE OF YER FACE ? !eM 1 By NICK PENN An English lady, supervisor of village morals, accused a workman of having reverted to drink because with her own eyes, she had seen his wheelbarrow standing outside a public house. The accused made no defense, but that evening placed his wheelbarrow outside her door and left it there all night. "That your lips are superbly TO A MAIDEN, FIND DESIGNED - "Your lipstick do me a has flavor-Bfavor ut ''And self-appoint- ed Correction Conversation at a Washington dinner party turned on Postmaster General Donaldsons directive slashFrom ing home mail deliveries. there it drifted to the possibility of Senator Margaret Chase Smith capturing the GOP Presidential nomination in 52. Teased the dinner partner on her left: Tell us, Margaret, what will your platform be? Without thinking, she blurted: Im lor two mails a day. To the other guests only hallhearing what had gone before that sounded like a mighty remark. Margaret! gasped one woman. The lady Senator hastily corrected: I meant to say I would favor and everytwo deliveries a day By POSEN RIMIN' TIME 1 REVENGE HALF INDIAN I BESSIE Said A YOUTH store, were engagexaggeration test. I had a nephew, oncet hiaow, said one, who was as fast a critter as ever I see. Why he use tew hev people shoot at him, and then outrun the bullet for five miles and get clean away. Wal, yew wont think thats so fast when yew hear about my cousin. Why that man could blow out tne light and then be un dressed by the time the room got dark. in tne village ing in a little use the indelible KIND" off-col- or one howled. MUTT AND JEFF FOR REHEARSAL! I GOT A JOB IN Qne hour later.. .Jaw, i got TELEVISION IN A SHOOXIN BACK TELEVISION GUYS ALREADY? telLYOUA FIRED SCENE 3 TM ' V THOSE MILLION THINGS TO DO AND JUST BECAUSE WHAT T FORGOT ONE LITTLE THING THEY GOT SORE AND GIMME THE GATE J LOOK. HONE- BLANKS IN MY GUN, AND I SHOT TWO RADIO COMEDIANS , A VICE-PRESIDEN- Y- SOME GADGETS PICKED UP ON THE IS A TRICK VASE WAY - i' HOME -- THIS PRETEND TO PICK A QUARREL WITH THE GUESTS... FLY INTO A RAGE AND START SMASHING VASES 1 THE GUESTS THINKn ITS THE REAL MCCOY . BOY.. IT'LL PANIC 'EM HATS -- T, By Arthur Pointer JITTER r DID YOU FORGET: PEDIGREED By Bud Fisher f r FORGOT TO PUT J7 member of an old Boston family, now 80, still lives on Beacon Hill and carries on the family traditions. Last winter she entertained a guest from the Middle West to whom she presented her small but select circle of friends. Shortly before leaving, the guest remarked, Emily, your friends are wonderful, but tell me, where do they get their hats? The Bostonian Oh, my dear, we said with pained surprise, dont get our hats. We have our hats. i A |