Judge — July 10, 1909 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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While Rock. “The World’s Best Table Water.’ * Richard's Poor Almanack."* the hit of 1908. Reautifully bound and Now ready, 1909 edition of the famous Address White Kock, Flatiron hildg., N.Y. City. sllustrated humorous book. Sent for Ive. BETTER LATE THAN EARLY. | TO,FATHER TIME. HERE isacertain young | Backward, turn backward, oh, Time, in Broad Street broker| thy flight! whose recent sad ex-| Give us an perience in endeavor-|Give us a ing to pull the wool] scan, over his wife's eyes| A rustleless skirt, and a hustleless man, has led him to de-|A babe teddy-bearless, a microbeless clare ‘never again. Now, it is the waatie fight fakeless, a straight-front- broker's custom. to| less miss, iggleless schoolgirl, than that!— enabling him toreach A summer-clad college man wearing a his home in Westchester in ample t! for the early dinner that both he and his I know, Father Time, [that I’m asking | wife li too much, | ‘The other day he fell. old college mate, he yielded to the lat-| toless day and a night. yellow’ sans headlines to and—better lunch. ter's entreaties for an evening in town. Swing back to an age peroxideless for | hair— An won ere ‘rats’ made their rendez- vous there— Unavoidably detained. Missed the An_ old-fashioned five-thirty. Home later. | Shredded Hay, When hubby finally did ‘show up, he A season when farmers went whineless observed an expression on the coun a day, | nance of his spouse that argued the fail-, A burgh’ moving-pictureless—ah, what ure of his little fib. a treat! | “What's the trouble, dear?” he asked, A gumless-girl town and @ trolleyless | with an affected nonchal | street. Without a word the wife handed him I'm asking too much, but I pray, Daddy | the telegraph slip, indicating with her| Time, forefinger the words: For days when a song had both substance | “Received at four-forty-five."’—Lip- and rhyme! pincott's Magazine. —The Bohemian. | OTHER DAYS, OTHER FIGURES. ‘A MEAN MAN. Oh, where are the maidens of yesteryear, | —Jrate barber (to customer, as he seats With their shirt-waists white and! him in ch: You see thet guy going peek-a-boo? . out the doo: “They are gone," we lament with glint. Customer—**Yes. of tear, Irate barber—* He's the me: And their hasty departure we cannot on earth.” but rue. | Castomer—* What has he done?"" Ob, where are the visions of nineteen! Jrate, harher—"Why,. the scounrdel eight, sat in my chair for half an hour and With their chic waist-lines and el- never told me he was deaf.”—E bows slim? | body's Magazine. too far and away out of date, |” i itut we sigh fora glimpse of their) | MATHEMATICS MADE EASY. form so trim. Little Doris could not count bey four, One day, when she was showing Arms browned by the sun no more do me five berries that she had pic asked, ‘How many have you, Doris?” | Her brows puckered a moment, then dimpling with smiles, she answered, “Wait till I eat one, then I'll tell you Woman's Hume Companion, The next step was, of course, to te graph the wife, which he did in thes terms breakfast without What of it?”’ jest man we + shoulders so dainty and white and fair; yard are now fashion’s and old Sol are both in de- A POETICAL TIP. pick out an ancient age The editor may re, When Helen's n to none; For now in a gown, with all-vertical t figure w) Meeting an But turn to a day ere a dinner was! if the meter’s out of joint; but if you fash- ion it like this, he'll surely see the point. line looks for the world numeral one! —Munsey's Magazine. like the WELL DEFINED. Teacher-—"*Johnny, do you know what | ablotter i | Johnny—*Yessum. It’s de t'ing wot Youse hunts fer while de ink gets dry."" ~Exchange. —Lippincott's Magazine, A few dashes of Abbott's Bitters on sliced oranges | makes a delectable dish. In answering advertisements please mention Jupcr. |Claire occupied a wicker chair. | her playing with his heart, and he knew it. PENNSYLVANIA RAILROAD Bulletin. TOURS TO YELLOWSTONE PARK ALASKA-YUKON-PACIFIC EXPOSITION AND THE CANADIAN ROCKIES In the heart of the Rocky Mountains lies one of nature's rich- est treasure-houses—the Yellowstone National Park. It is America’s greatest show ground. To visit this Park is to see nature in a variety of rare and majestic moods. The Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition, at Seattle this summer, will be one of the finest shows of its kind, reflecting the wonderful Progress of that territory which was, but a few years since, a wilderness. The Canadian Rockies, glorious in scenery, displaying new wonders in every mile as one penetrates the great canyons through which the railroad runs, combine the beauty of the Alps and the grandeur of the Himalayas. On August 14 and September 4, personally-conducted tours through the Yellowstone Park; to Portland and Seattle, for a visit to the Exposition, and returning through the Canadian Rockies, will leave the East by special trains over the Pennsylvania Railroad. Five and one-half days will be spent in the Park, one day in Portland, two days in Seattle, one day on Puget Sound, going by steamer from Seattle to Vancouver, part of a day at Vancouver, one day at Laggan, one day at Banff, and sight-seeing trips will be made in St. Paul and Chicago. Each tour will cover a period of twenty- two days. The rate, which will cover all necessary expenses except luncheons in Seattle, will be $246 from New York, and proportionate rates from other points. Persons desiring to utilize these exceptional opportunities to visit the Yellowstone Park and the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition, should apply for Pullman space early, as the parties will be limited. Address C. Studds, D. P. A., 263 Fifth Avenue, New York, Geo. W. Boyd, General Passenger Agent, Broad Street Station, Philadelphia, Pa., or consult nearest Ticket Agent. A GIRL'S WAY. | It was a sweltering summer after- “Lam not, Algie,"* she protested. You are, Claire,” he insisted. Algernon sat in the hammock and| ‘And I say just as positively that 1 , She am not." was very pretty, and Algernon was| ‘Claire, Claire,”" he cried, “‘how can hopelessly in love with her. He was|you say that when you know you have almost in despair as he sat looking at | treated me li “Oh,” she interrupted, fanning her- self lazily meanwhile, “I thought you ather, Algie.”” noon, “Oh, Claire,” he pleaded, “why are, were talking about t you so cold?"” ippincott’s Magazine. It will be appreciated.