Judge — September 3, 1910 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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“SEEK ANR YE SHALL FIND." “‘ Where are you going to find a woman nowa- days who will darn a man's socks ?"” “Why, I woald.”” Try, Try Again. by ESTELLE MAY NOLTE. [F AT first you don’t succeed, Try, try again; If a husband you should need, Try, try again; Cupid, with his little dart, Sure will pierce some manly heart, If you will but do your part, Try, try again. What though Tom has proved untrue, Try, try again; Or if Dick has failed you, too, Try, try again; Don't think Harry was the best, There are others you may test— Take your pick from out the rest, Try, try ag You will land one in the end, Try, try again; Fate will send some socks to mend, Try, try again; If Dan Cupid still is blind, Does not seem to love inclined, Only keep this rule in mind— Try, try agai MAD dog, according to reports in the papers, got loose in a New York mani- cure establishment the other day, but was ejected promptly, because biting one’s nails is very bad form and is not countenanced by the elect. JUDGE Identified. Tr" WAS a dark night and the car was speeding homeward at a terrible rate. “What road have you taken, James?” cried Mrs. Blithers, as the car jolted her high in the air. “The regular boulevard, Mrs. Blithers,"’ returned the chauffeur. “* But I never noticed all these thank-you- marms on the boulevard before,"’ protested Mrs. Blithers. “‘Oh,"’ laughed the chauffeur, ‘‘ those were not thank-you-marms, Mrs. Blithers! They were just afew people who couldn't get out of the way.”” Whereupon Mrs. Blithers laughed, too, What a droll mistake it was, to be sure! LJ) \ NAN OORT, | 4 \Z DMRINEAT |! Where She Wore It. ISS FLORA McFLIMSEY, of Madison Square, Had nothing, no, nothing, quite nothing to wei And that is the reason when down by the shore The suit that she wore Made such a furore When Flora came out of the bathing- house door. For really so scant was her garment down there, It,almost seemed true that she'd nothing to wear! NE OF the reasons men don’t marry is probably because it is no longer nec- essary in these days when they can buy hole- proof socks, i THE SCALES OF JUSTICE. Grocers widow It's now over a year. * Could you please inform me when my late husband's affairs will be wound up? Attorney's clerk— Oh, you'll find no short waits here."’ Omnipresent. “ ‘OW, my little son,’’ said Mr. Winks softly, ‘* you must remember that wherever you go and whatever you do there is always aneye that is forever fixed upon you. Do you know whose eye it is, Bob- bie?”’ “*Yeth, popper," lisped Bobbie. “Mithter Roothvelth."* NEO | \=\4 HIS MASTER'S CHOICE. Pegasus on a Vacation. by WILLIAM J. BURTSCHER WHEN the poe Won't work a bit, He's content to revise What others have writ. o Hey-de-diddle, High prices are a riddle, The airship sailed over the moon; Our Teddy smiled to see such crowds, But lovers ceased to spoon. * There was a man in our town, And he was wise, of course; He made a dash for Reno And got him a divorce. And when he was a widower, With all his might and main, He flirted with some Renoene And got tied up again. (Apology is offered for not including Mary’a Little Lamb.) The Glad News. «¢YVOU WILL be glad to hear, Henry, said Mrs, Willoughby, “ that joes not button up the back.’? ** Hooray!"’ cried Willoughby, turning a somersault on the divan. ‘How does it button, my dear?” “Down the back,’ said Mrs. Willoughby. SOME of the most typical skaters never have them on. comicbooks.com