Judge — August 13, 1910 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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“Cupid at the Seashore. By ROMER CROY. MONDAY NIGHT. He—"' Isn't everything awfully atill and quiet? Don't you love the ocean this time of the evening?” She—* Yes; it is wonder- ful!” He— And isn't the moon wonderful?” She—"' Just wonderful!” He—" Do you know what I am thinking about?’" about the dearest, sweetest in all the world. Now can you There is only one in all the wide She—‘‘ Do I know her?’” He—1 am very much in earnest, dear. You mean much more to me than you can ever guess. Since I have met you I have been another man.’” TUESDAY NIGHT. He—* How quiet and still it is to-night! Don’t you think the ocean is heavenly this time of evening?”” She—'* Yes, perfectly heavenly !’” nd isn’t the moon * Just glorious !”” He—“ Can you guess what 1 am thinking about?”’ He—‘‘ It’s about the dear- est little girl in all the world. Now can you guess?” She—** No.” He—‘‘ There's not another like her in all the world.”” She—'* Have I ever met her?” He—‘\'m very much in earnest, dear. You mean more to me than I can ever tell you. Since I first thet you I have been another man."” WEDNESDAY NIGHT. He—"* How peaceful and quiet the ocean is to-night! Don’t you adore the ocean this time of evening?”” She—‘ Yes, indeed, I do!” He—‘ And isn’t the moon inspiring?” She—* Wonderfully 8o!’" He—* Do you know what I am thinking about this min- ute?” She—'*‘ No."" He—'* Guess.”” She—‘‘ I haven’t any idea. * He—“‘ Try.”” She—‘' I can't.”” He—‘‘It's about a little girl, the sweetest in the world.” * She. her.”” I'd like to meet Vl OQ Po tt ttl Tents think ip the matter with Taft: He—"1 am very much in earnest, dear- est. You mean more to me than you have ever suspected. Since I have met you I have been an entirely different man.”’ “But Keep Your Powder Dry.” (¢[JNCLE JOE CANNON says he is go- ing to trust to God to send him back to Congress,"’ says the first statesman, “Uncle Joe can do as he pleases,’” ob- serves the second; ‘* but I'm going home and round up the votes. WHEN their eldera appear on the porch, the young folks respectfully surrender their chairs; but they hate to give up the te ga A Long Way In. A MAN with stubby chin whiskers and wearing a cap with flaps tied at the top in a bow dashed inio the revolving door of a Chicago office * building and kept chasing this improved turnstile round and round, until, nearly exhausted, he lurched out on the other side and paused to catch his breath. “* You seem tuckered a bit,’” commented @ tenant, who was about to make his exit by the way the other had come. “T didn’t think "twas so durned far in here!’’ declared the rural visitor, between gasps. ‘ Why, I was nearly a half hour git- - tin’ through that thar windin’ alley!"" The Sore Soarer. By WILBUR D. Nesuir. THE AVIATOR ground his teeth, Because he couldn’t soar. “This tumbling to the ground beneath,” He grumbled, “ makes me sore.” Womanlike. Gramercy (aroused from sleep)—‘ That isn’t a burglar you hear in the room. It’s only a mouse.” Mrs, Gramercy— Gracious! just as bad?”” Ian't that DYSPEPTICS—'‘ ALL SWEETS FORBIDDEN." comicbooks.com