Judge — May 21, 1910 — page 9: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE time in gunning through it. A small parcel, neatly tied, attracted Mr. Leonfisher’s attention. succotash from the prickly bushes and dig for tomatoes; we could raise all kinds of fresh vegetables, beets, radishes, mint, cab- bage "— “Potato bugs, weeds, blisters, glowworms, and caterpillars,"’ con- tinued the husband, “You will persist in clouding my agricultural ambitions; but I’m go- ing to have a garden, despite your jesting.”” And Mrs. Leonfisher started to leave the room. “ Where are you go- ing?" inquired her hus- band. “I'm going out to purchase all the neces- sary implements—spade, rake, hoe "—— And don’t forget the drill, dynamite, and stone-crusher."" Mrs. Leonfisher left, slamming the door behind her. That evening, just as Mr. Leonfisher was coming down to dinner, he met his wife coming in. She was almost hidden behind a pyramid of bundles, from which projected wooden handles of varied lengths. “Well, you did get them, didn’t you?” laughed the husband; and as his wife de- posited the mass onto the floor, he lost no REFLECTION OF THE HEN “+ T'll bet he 'll be surprised to find the seeds have come ‘up So soon !"* ing it up, he unwrapped it, and as he brought the contents to light, he saw something that caused a look of mer- riment, intermingled with curiosity, to creep over his ruddy countenance. It was a curling iron. “You don’t mean to say, my dear, that this thing is to be used in the garden.”” “Of course it is, smarty!’’ re- plied the wife. ‘‘ That's to be used on the curls of my curly cabbage, for, you know, on damp days the curls '’—— It is needless to add that Mrs. Leonfisher has a fine garden, and while she is continually raising veg tables, her good-natured husband is a Pick- REFLECTION OF THE OSTRICH. “Heads she wins, tails 1 lose."* You may lead manuscripts to the editor, but you cannot make him print. VITAL FORCE. “What 's the matter, squire ?"" “Ob, they just needed a little more ox-ygen."" continually raising money with which to buy farm books, seeds, agricultural tools, and—canned vegetables. SCANDAL. M*®: SIMMONDS glanced at the scare headline, ‘* Bank Robbed! Police at Sea!’ and laid down the sheet. **Naow, look at that, Ez!'’ she ejaculated, repeating the headline aloud. ‘Here's a big city bank broke into by burglars, and th’ city police force all off fishin’ somewhere! What a scandal!’’ A BIRD. OFT have heard Her called a bird, But know not for what use, Unless it be, Indeed, that she Is such a silly goose. TO A FAN, By WILLIAM J. LAMPTON, O,Sa¥! ‘Are you the dainty, perfumed, gay, And pretty thing The lovely ladies sling Around with graceful ease To raise a breeze, Or flirt with when they wish To catch a fish? Are you—but, no, you're not; You're only what Sits with the bl And blistery sun, To see ‘em bat and run And catch the sphere, And hurl it there and here, And howl and whoop and yell, And raise—well, That’s the kind of a fan you are, And you'd rather be that Than the other! My scat!!! chers in the hot Tue sensible thing would seem to be to provide opportunity with a latch-key. comicbooks.com