Judge — December 3, 1910 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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

No Protection Agent—"How do you like the check-protec T sold you last month Mr. Hardupp—" It’s no good. The hank keeps throwing out my checks for nonpayment just the same as it did before. A Christmas Ballad By CHARLES C. JONES ‘OW is that gladsome time and gay 1N When to the » churches go The little folk, the . And while the Christmas ¢ wndles glow youngsters wait with eyes alight, With uhoutdered pack he The cotton-whiskered Santa Claus! It is his part to stand beside The laden tree and grufily call The names of those to be supp With Christmas presents lirg It seems his part to near the tr Anaya YouzwoveEU aK: ERNI Forgetful of combustion’s law pete Ahab le aa thwith he ceases swift to | THAT IN THE FALL TH Leaves Lew The cotton-whiskered Santa ( AND THE LEAVES IN THE FALL PALL. Damand Gow T small: For there is turmoil, hi He scratches, scrambles Law of Compensation NE big Christ- And those who welcomed § i ON ae dinner They do their best to put him out; By LIDA KECK WIGGINS deserves another h ie s, his wor is Tn 1 —dyspepsia tab- The “doc.” arrives, his work is d WAS the night before Christmas and j,;l¥sPersia 8 Where cotton was is well-doped gauze— Which will remind him of his “fun,” The cotton-whiskered Santa Claus! Il thro’ th Nota creature ws Who slipped thr with car And dropt in there. » house, stirring excepting a mouse OY tikes to a chink in'the chimney A. BOY Hikes to ers In the jam in the pantry a sock that hung temptingly fT of the door, et but not the © July Fourth can claim its share Of Shattered victims, far and wid “Unloaded” pistols, here and the Their quota, too, have oft supplied, A Long Felt Want Ile feasted on nuts and on candy galore, che And those who choose can bravel spgthese lead in folly. giving causes Till his poor ittle stomach could hold nothing hy EW. TEITZEL i 3 Ss Fool-killer answers, "' N, eee 1 1 avai rteek fies 1 f tt And heaters that heat without coc , ar Looked hard for his candies but found they We have telegraph systems that carry Children Worth While Were pone. Your meumive cans wire and pote” be ‘asy enough to look pleasant And air craft that sail through the ozon TS a: Stockings are’ bulging with Moral Now will some good contriver come quick, ‘ And design, as a great clothing saver, Wee Johnnie got off with a trifling heart \ chimneyless Old Saint Ni But the children worth while teak, Are the ones who can smile But te mouse died that night from acute When Santa forgets to come here. stomach ache. “Ott wad some power the gifte to see our Xmas presents receiver sees them, A Christmas Story By JACK ROBINSON —to Henry (With apologics—projuse 0 Wadsworth Longjellow NDER the brilliant Christmas tree The toy tin soldier stands A look of worry on his face, A musket in his hands For, lo! Up high there, on a bough, His big, wax doll-wife hangs; A Christmas candle flickers near Her fluffy, blondish bangs A wid One inst (You can s for yourself, d reader that if that nasty little candle ever blows over Blondy’s way), Her Wax-works,— Will meet a horrible fate. pe'd door, a gust of wind, nt—'twill be too late. The toy tin soldier, his pop-gun aims. (What ‘cares he for army regulations in a time like this?) extinguishes the threatening flames. But wouldn't this pome jar you? It just goes to prove Bang! A WISE OLD OWL 7 Juy—" Mow did Billie Ow! happen to marry that scolding. jawry noise. Miss TH ot oven a tin soldier armed with only a Mr. Blue Jay—" Why, he says he doesn’t mind a little wear and tare on the nerves: but pop-gun will do he will not stand for any outrageous millinery bills. She never costs him a cent for hats. A whole lot for the wo: he loves. comicbooks.com