Judge — December 7, 1907 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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proudly announced to his wife, I" was in October that he came home from the office one night and “Dearest, I think, about Christmas, perhaps sooner, I can and dust of those confounded automohites, and the danger. you read of somebody being killed in them.” every da Present, you something we have al ways longed for.” « An automobile, John 2?" she ex: citedly asked. es,dear. I've got into a little Wall Street deal that is the real thing. Why, I'm a thousand to the good already.” The auto was almost the sole topic of their conversation thereafter, and as his profits in the Wall Street affair continued to grow, he said one night, “ We'll pay eight or ten thousand for that machine, and it will be one of those big touring-cars that the heavy swells ride around in. S maybe we won't be the real thing,eh? + Won't we though, John! Mrs. Greene thinks she is so fine because they have a little two-seated affair, but just wait until Christmas.” The very next day, however, the market beg: inst him, and he was blue and downcast when he arrived home that night. “eT think, after all," he said, “that those big machines are dan- gerous. You wouldn't be so badly disappointed if we got a smaller one, would you, Madge “Nano. As long as it isan auto Til be happy enough.” Things steadily continued to go against him, and his losses were so y that one night in November he n to go al hea “Do you know, Madge, that you can’t heat a nice little horse and car- Think of the noise Why, riage after all? “Well, dear,” she said after a short pouting spell, I had set my heart on an automobile for Christmas, but if you find you cannot afford such an expensive pres- ent we'll have the next best thing. Yes;a nice rubber-tired rig and a high-stepper will do for us.” Early in December his speculation had proved most disastrous, and one evening, when his wife began to talk of horses and carriages, he said, “T thought I told you, Madge, what I read the other day of the value of bicycle rid- ing. It’s said to be the best exercise known, and just the thing for people like us who lead such sedentary lives.” ~But— but the rubber-tired rig and the high-stepper?” she asked in astonishment. “We won't need them, dear, if we have bicycles. Think how glorious it will be to myself a Christmas p A DEAL THAT DEALT OUT skim bound, tinue to go against me.” And he was. smiled and remarked, «It’s quite a come-down, old girl, from a ten-thousand-dollar auto- mobile to the street-car, but things might be worse.” “ How could they?” she asked. “Why,” he said, “we might not even have street- car fare, and it’s a long walk to your dad’s house.” And the trolley spun along. LITTLE BOBBY CRITICISES. HR AS DAY was well along, Little Bobby had yone the rounds of trial and inspection of the many bounties the joy- ous time had brought him— edible, playable and lite erary. And now there seemed to be scorn in his beari Pa," said he, “about this Little Jack Horner who sat in a corner, eating a Christmas pie—huh | How could he pull out a plum just with his thumb? He'd have to use his finger, too, wouldn't he 2" “ Why, I don’t know, Bobby And what kind o' pies is pies about ?"" Jack know 2" continued little Bobby, incredulity and scorn increasing. it an egg plum he pulled out, or just one ot these little yellow ones “Oh, I don't know, Bobb: “What kind of a kid wa I, pa? “Tthink you would, Bobby * And what was he sittin folks have any chairs, pa? Or was he hi WHERE EXTREMES MEET. Lew Lonctocxs—* Oh, ent of a much-needed hi Mr. Batpneap—"' No, sir! decidedly not. won't you kindly give me a paltry fifteen cents that | may make cut Tl have you understand I'm saving all of my dough to make myself a Christmas present of a much-needed wig.” long the smooth asphalt streets breathing in health at every Besides, I'm going to be flat broke pretty soon if things con- He didn’t even have the price to spare for two bicycles on December 25th, but as they were on their way to her father’s house, where they had been invited to dine on Christmas, he GOOD CAUSE. * replied Bobby's pa ith plums in ‘em, I'd like to pie! gooul “H isn’t he ? “Oh, yes. Why, he has almost enough But—" Say, Jack, what's Teenzy cryin’ —"*Oh, he's blubberin’ ‘cause his stockin s wuz littler than ours.” “ Perhaps.” she, anyhow, stickin’ his thumb in his pie? Guess if I'd stick my thumb in my pie I'd get it whacked, wouldn't way off in a corner for? ‘cause he didn't want to give his little sister any of his pie 2” « Where's mother, Bobby ? ask her.” “ And him a-brag- gin’ about what a brave boy he was, just for pullin’ a plum out of a Rats! be afraid to pull a dozen plums big as my new drum out of one, would I, paz” boy Little Bobby said he would, and he went out and was soon pelt- ing the passers-by with hard snowballs, money to be in jail.” Didn't his ‘0, no, Bobby ! You wouldn't. run along and bea real quite well off, Was f your Go 1 wouldn't Now comicbooks.com