Judge — December 10, 1910 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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The Doctor of Wounded Hearts. By WILLIAM HEYLIGER. T WOULD probably have surprised the readers of the Evening Planet to learn that Mabel Jane Davis, who ran the Advice to Wounded Hearts col- umns, shot a fair game of smoked ten-cent cigars, and was pool, known in the office as Johnny Smith. Such surprise, however, would have been lost on Mr. Smith. He was a busy young man, who tinkered with perhaps forty wounded hearts a day. He had no time for surprises—except such as came through the mail. At present Mr. Smith was staring gloom- ily at a neatly written letter that read as follows: Dear Mrs. Davis—A quarrel parted me from the man to whom I was en- gaged, and for several years I have not seen him. He failed to keep an ap- pointment, and in my anger I failed to give him a chance to explain. I have since regretted my hasty action. Would you advise me to write to him? Bessie. Near-sighted old man—"" V say, did you break the record ?"” Acronaut—" No; thing else." but I broke every- Mr. Smith puffed absently on his cigar. Now, if Jenny had sense like that!’ he sighed. But there was no denying that Jenny had not had the sense that Mr. Smith would have admired. Anyway, Mr. Smith decided to make some other fellow happy. He pasted the letter on a sheet of copy paper and under it wrote: You should have listened to his ex- planation. Many hearts, my dear, are broken by hasty actions. Write to him by all means. JUDGE “T wish Jenny had listened to my expla- nations,"’ sighed Mr. Smith. ‘‘Ah, well, let’s have another wounded heart.”” Two days later the young man found a blue envelope in his mail. Not knowing just why, the Wounded Hearts editor opened it atonce. It read: My dear Mrs. Davis—I desire to follow the advice you have given me. However, I am bothered by the thought that he may have mar- ried. I would not care to have his wife read my let- ter. She might misunderstand and sue me for aliena- tion of affections. What shall I do? Bessie. “Be 2” mused Mr. Smith. ‘Bessie? Oh, yes! Well, it would serve her right if he was married. Sending a fellow away without giving him achance to talk! Outrage! Now, if Jen- ny wrote— Here, boy! Get this copy down- stairs!’" To Bessie, through the columns of the Evening Planet, the love editor wrote: Surely his friends could tell you whether or not he is married. After that, Mr. Smith bowed his head in thought. ‘“‘If he loved her,’’ he said at THOSE AVIATION COSTUMES. “* Pardon me; but are you a fish or a bird?" “* What 2" “ Er—pardon me; but my friend and I were having an argument. an aviator ?'* WHY MEN DON’T MARRY. “ Why don't you get married again, Bill?” “Aw, I can have my socks darned cheaper at the laundry."* last, ‘‘she'll find he hasn’t married. they come together. Jenny, Jenny The Wounded Hearts editor felt that he would hear from Bessie again. Two days later this came to his desk: Dear Mrs. Davi I hope we He has moved to New York. What can I do to locate him? Bessie. The answer that went out to Bessie read: Consult a directory. “Ard when she finds him," sighed Mr. I mean are you a diver or comicbooks.com