Judge — October 16, 1909 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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Red Feathers Shed by the Purple Hen) | There was a little delay, but presently | HE LIVED THERE, ALL RIGHT. IN ANXIOUS father got wind of the rumor that his son was leading rather a convivial life | at college. But the gon strenuously denied! the charge in letters to his father. Still un- satisfied, the father made an visit to his son's lodg- and giving the bell a man- ‘a grim-faced landlady. ing-place, Iypall was met by unexpected fl 7; the door opened. “Does Mr. James Smith live here?”” asked the father. “He does," replied the landlady. “Bring him right in.” LIFE IN A FLAT. “Hello, Tom, old man, got your new fitted up yet?”” “Not quite,’ answered the friend ‘Say, do you know where I can buy a folding toothbrush?”* A PROBLEM Muy Bronx—"* Jack isa nice boy, all st lend h Mr. Ha ' ECT SATISFACTION PTIC. It’s not an easy matter to satisfy all the members of the family at meal time as every housewife knows. And when the husband has dyspepsia and can't eat the simplest ordinary food without, trouble, the food ques- tion becoi An Illinois woman writes: “My husband's health was poor, he Swollen, for anything 1 could get | emed. bad no appeti for him, it s taking medicine continually, and as fon as he would ter would go to| work again only to give up in a few weeks. He suffered severely with stom- ach troubl “Tired of everything I had been able to get for him to eat, one day seeing an advertisement about Grape-Nuts, I got tome and he tried it for breakfast the Pext morning. “We all thought it was pretty good although we had no idea of using it reg- ularly, But when my husband came bome at night he asked for Grape-Nuts. | “It was the same next day and I had toget it right along, because when we Would get to the table the question, | Have you any Grape-Nuts?’ was a reg- ular thing. So I began to buy it by the dozen packages, “My husband's health began to im- Prove right along. 1 sometimes felt Offended when I'd make something I} thought he would like for a change, and Still hear the same old question, * Have | You any Grape-Nuts?? | "He got so well that for the last two | Yass he has hardly lost @ day from h Mei i we are still The Road to “*There’s a in packages. anoears trom time to time. Sine, true, and full of human in Aver read the above letter? A mew one ‘They aregen- terest. n some mone! \old man, “He was hardly able to work, was) Your legs were swollen it wouldn't trou- ble me cither!"” stray cat for stalking chickens —eatch ‘im—mum—for the 1 SOLVED. but Pean't marry him, 1 wish he dhe will.” CORDIAL FEELINGS. In the private ward of a hospital there was recently a testy old million- aire whose case gave his physician con; iderable difficulty at first. Well,”’ asked the crusty patient one morning, ‘‘how do you find me this morning? “You're getting on fine,’’ responded the doctor, rubbing his hands with an air of satisfaction. ‘Your legs are still but that doesn’t trouble me."” “Of course it doesn’t!"’ howle “And let me tell you this, if adden 0 m—the further ‘e got awa) —London Punch ape. COULDN'T BLAME THE FISH. A broad-minded Presbyterian dominie, whose parish was near the headwaters Jof the Susquehanna, had among his parishioners a character who was more punctual at the fishing-hole down by the river than he was at church on Sun- days. Bright and early one Monday | 1g this Sabbath fisherman called | the preacher to the door and presented | him with a very fine and tempting string of pickerel. The dominie was very profuse with his thanks for a gift that was iadeed welcomed. “But, look here, parson,’’ said the man, still retaining the fish, ‘those fish | were caught yisterday, and maybe your conscience won't let ye eat 'em."" “Never mind that," and the dominie | stretched out his hand for the string, “*there’s one thing certain, the pickerel were not to blame.”” HE HAD ONE QUESTION. Three men had come to see Tr ous shoe manufacturer of Rhode Island, He had invited them to go over his new factory. The day was warm, and one of the guests was stout. At the factory they took an elevator to the top of the building, the seventh floor, where the cutting was done, Mr. Blank then con- ducted his guests through the factory, following the course that a pair of shoes would take in the process of making. When the party at last reached the first floor the stout man wiped his heated face and turned to his host. “There is one question, Mr. Blank, that I should like to ask.”* “And what is that, sir?’” “I should like to know if we are still in the State of Rhode Island?”” JUST A STARTER. A crotchety old farmer had trouble know what I want ter say, but I ain got the larnin’ ter put it just right.”” “What do you want to say?” the law- yer asked, “Wa-al, begin by tellin’ him thet he’s the durndest, lyin’ low-down work up."” i Enjoy a Personally Conducted IMlusteations by James Montgomery Flagg INFUSES food health and robustness into every nerve, muscle and tissue, and vigor DID AS SHE WAS TOLD. “Now remember, Mary,’ the teach said just before the school exercises, ‘if you forget some of the words when you are singing your song, don’t stop. Keep right on. Say tum-tum-tummy-tum, or something like that, and the words will come back to you and nobody will know the difference. Now don’t forget.’” On exhibition day little Mary electri- fied her audience with “.. . and she wears a wreath of roses Around her tummy-tum-tum."” THE BARBER'S BEST JOB. “What was the best job you ever did?” inquired the first barber. “I once shaved a man,” replied the second barber. *Go on, hen I persuaded him to have a hair- cut, shampoo, facial massage, singe, sea-foam, electric buzz, tar spray and | with his neighbor, and as a result sought | 8¢#- s his counsel. |toni= hit “TL want yeow ter write hima letter| ‘‘W t then?” an’ tell _him this here foolishness hez| ‘“By, that time he needed another got ter stop,” he declared firmly, ‘*1| 8h. « A FROZEN SNOWBALL FROM “LIFE.” Taking Dr. Cook's veracity at Com- it, thievin’est, mander Peary’s valuation, still it com- t skunk on airth—and then | pares very well with Commander Peary’s manners, If You Haven't Read Nervy Nat’s Adventures you've missed a good share of life's fun. He insists upon getting into scrapes. Can't help himself, And you're glad he can't, for it's a pile of fun to watch his maneu- vers. He laughs his way into your affections by his colossal nerve. 85c Postpaid Leslie- Judge Company 225 Fifth Ave, New York 4 comicbooks.com