Judge — October 22, 1910 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Say, what have you done to yourself? Shaved your beard?"? Then I ran the gamut of all sorts of happenings. Some people said I never looked bet- ter, Others asked solicitously after my health. Some said I looked younger, othersolder. I looked like Jack, my brother. Had I been abroad? A few weeks later I was strolling one day through an art gallery holding a loan exhibit when I suddenly came face to face with a girl I knew very well one winter in Mont- real. 1 had a good many reasons to remember that winter and that particular girl. She was really the only girl I had mentally in- voiced since my serious affair with Billy Brown's sister, who afterward married a clergyman and left me rather indifferent to ex- istence, She held out her hand, smiling cordi- ally. ‘Why, this is nice! Where do you come from? How well you look! Are you just from Paris or London?” “Ia it my clothes, do you think?’ I asked, a bit nervously. “Oh, everything 1" she laughed, We walked on to- gether, looking at the pictures and talking about mutual friends. I thought she kept cast- ing furtive glances at me. Suddenly I turned, when she thought I was absorbed in a lovely Co- rot, and asked, “‘How do you like it?’ And she answered, ‘‘Oh, so much!"" And we both knew we were speaking work! I hadn't been mistaken! She was the clever, sympathetic, tactful girl I had been vaguely dreaming about. I didn’t feel like a picture puzzle any more, but I was conscious of being badly cut up. I left her an hour later at the door of the big apartment house where she lived, prom- ising to have tea with her the next day at five o'clock. of another artist's JUDGE EVOLUTION OF THE AMERICAN GIRLS HEART. As I walked away, down the avenue, I blessed the little Frenchman. ‘I guess you were right, old man! It must be pretty nearly ‘parfait.’ Then I suddenly realized why it had all seemed so important. Necessary Now. se HAT is that?" asks the fair dan- seuse, when the costume man shows her the garb in which she is to dress her part. THE NEW PASTOR'S PHILOSOPHY. “* T knows, brudder Brown, de ol’ sayin’ dat de shoemaker am allus ill shod ; but dat ain't no ‘scuse foh dis congregashun lettin’ de Lawd's house fall inter delapidashun jest ‘cause de Mastah was a carpenter.” “Tights,” he explains succinctly. “I will not wear them! Go tell the man- ager I refuse to appear if I must wear tights!"” “No good! Y’ got to wear ‘em nowa- days, Th’ cops has put th’ lid on any more Salomey turns Naturally So. HE LETTERS in the alphabet Are not the same clear through; For the biggest one of all is “* ,"" While the smallest one is ‘*u,"” Sequel Wanted. 66][ SEE,” says the man with the cro- cheted cravat, ‘‘that the Secretary -of Agricul- turehas published avalu- A GOOD PEGGER. “* And that's how you became successful ?”* “Yes; kept pegging away at the same old gait."" able pamphlet on ‘How To Prepare the Cheaper Cuts of Meat. “Yes, I read about that,’ answers the thoughtful man. “TI wish he'd get out a companion pamphlet on ‘How To Procure the Cheaper Cuts of Meat.’ That would be really helpful.”” Grandpa Knew. LARK SCHURTZ is a young four- year-old who has a mind of his own. He has a grandfather who is his chief mentor and who is also one of the leading members of the local church. Not long ago Clark went to Sunday school when the lesson of the day had to do with the Trinity. “‘God,"’ explained the teacher, ‘‘is three- fold —God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost."” “Hold on there! breaking in on the attentive silence. will have to cut out the ghosts.’” “Why, Clark!"’ said the startled young woman leading the cl: “You must not talk that way. It is wicked and you will be punished for such re- marks. “T can’t help it,’’ was the response. “I'm willing to believe about God the Father and God the Son, but grandpa says there ain’t no ghosts; and if he don’t believe in 'em, I won't, either!’’ interrupted Clark, “You Their Bungalow. 66 QEE ANYTHING of Jim Pliffers while you was up to the city?” asks the village grocer. “Yep. Run acrost him on the street one mornin’,”” answers the worthy butcher who has just returned to the lit- tle town. “Understand Jim's livin’ pretty well up there.”” “dunno. Ast him where he was livin’, an’ he said him an’ his family was settled in a bunghole in the country."” A Revision. IVES of aviators show us How we, too, may leave the land, And, descending, make below us More than footprints on the sand! Knicker—‘Will he sweep the State?” Bocker—‘No; merely raise the dust."” THE EARTH'S AXES. From Bill Gobbler’s point of view.