Judge — September 27, 1902 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Bottled under Government super- vision direct from the barrel at the Distillery with its natural flavor, nothing added to or taken from it. Old Overholt Rye The Act of Congress, March 3, 1897, provides that date of making and of bottling whiskey shall be plainly printed on the Government Stamp that seals the bottle. It also prohibits bottling whiskey less than four years old and provides that all bottles must be full measure, Mak your Dealer—or write us— A. OVERHOLT @. CO. PITTSBURG, PA. WITH THE NAKED EYE. Fasnty—'* If 1 call on your people this afternoon do you think they'll be able to see me?” Selters, Club Soda, etc.— MR. TELLIT’S OPINION. MR. TELLIT glared at his paper and crumpled the margin nerv- ously between his fingers. He shrugged his shoulders and writhed in his chair. He fairly gnashed his teeth as he growled, “Bah! It makes me ill to read such things.” Mrs. Tellit looked around slowly, for her mouth was full of hairpins and her switch was only half-fastened on, and she did not want to “‘do it all over again,” because she was al- ready late for the start for the thea- tre. “What did you say, dear?” she asked. “I say it makes me ill to read such things,” replied Mr. Tellit, mak- ing angry jabs at the paper with one finger. “Such things as are printed here." All Mrs. Tellit could see was a large picture representing ‘ Honora- ble Somebody-or-other"” and some black-face type announcing, ‘Says he was cured in one month after ten years’ lingering illness.”* “Don't read them, then," she advised. ‘Miss Murray, the psy- chological teacher, says that much of our bodily discomfort is caused by auto-suggestion, and" “There's a whole lot of it caused by automobiles, for that matter,” interrupted Mr. Tellit, ‘‘but that isn’t the kind of illness I mean. I mean such things as this." And he waved the page before her eyes, pointing feverishly at a brief article which stated that a suc- cessful foreign musician—a man— had been mobbed by an audience of young ‘women. “Oh,” mumbled Mrs. Tellit, twisting away at her back hair, “thatf noffing. Lot of girlf go crafy about pianiftf.”” “If you are going to talk to me, take those hairpins out of your mouth and quit sputtering as if your wires were crossed. I think it’s a good deal more than nothing, if that is what you were trying to argue.” Mrs. Tellit removed the hairpins from her lips and placed them on the dresser. “TI said,” she remarked, “that Mortified bridegroon—" You told me your father's wedding present would be a cheque for four figures.” Blushing bride—* Well, isn’t eleven dollars and thirty cents four figures? Chicago Tribune. “Blobbs says his wife has made him what he is.”” “Yes; but no one ever heard her say she was proud of her job."—San Fran- cisco Bulletin there was nothing surprising about such actions on the part of those young women. It is simply another manifestation of psychological auto hypnosis, as Miss Murray explains it. Just as I said a few minutes ago. In the case of these young women, they were not impressed to any ex- tent by the pianist, but they were lifted out of themselves ""—— “Their fathers ought to lift them out" “Why, Henry!” “I'll bet if it was a girl of mine "—— “Wait one mome tt, dear, until it is explained to you These young women are wrought upon psycho- logically by the mysterious influence of the music, until their subliminal selves are brought into dominant control of their material conscious- nesses, and they seek to, manifest their delight by paying homage to the visible exponent of the art which has enraptured them.” Mr. Tellit stared long and ear- nestly at his wife. He picked up the paper again, looked over the article once more, then roared, “Wrought upon psycho—! I'd show 'em how to be wrought upon! Suppose I and a lot of other men would get our subliminal dam- phoolishness lifted to the dominant lunatic chords of our beings, and would make a V-rush for the stage to-night, and seek to kiss the fair cheek of the lady who does the trem- bling heroine ‘stunt! Suppose we should grab her by the hair and yell honeyed nothings at her, and show our general hysterical get-up! Huh! Away to the police-station with us! And you'd be right there at the desk when the little blue wagon dumped us out before the sergeant, to tell him my real name and ad- dress, and advise him to get me a good long sentence, as I was a dan- gerous man and a menace to society! Huh!" And all the way to the theatre Mr. Tellit kept muttering to himself, with an occasional “huh!” that made his wife snicker in a most un-Delsarte manner, W. D. NeserT. “How many servants do you keep?” asks the first matron. I didn't keep twenty-two last year,” confesses the worried housckeeper.— Baltimore American. “Of all bodily ailments,” said the sub- urbanite, “I think ague is the most para- doxical.” “How paradoxical?” inquired Citizen. “It gives you the shake and sticks right to you."—Philadel phia Press. Harper Rye “On Every Tongue.” Scientifically distilled: naturally aged: absolutely pure. Best and safest for all uses. are also put up in bottles for out-of-town delivery, and can be sent by freight or express to any part of the United States, CARL H. SCHULTZ, Tel., 142 Madison Square. 430-444 FIRGT AVE...NEW YO CARL H. SCHULTZ, BERNHEIM BROS., Distillers, - <- [Louisville, Ky. comicbooks.com