Judge — May 6, 1911 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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MRS. LESTER'S HOBBLETTE—A MONOLOGUE. «VES, I went to New York yesterday, and, if you'll believe me, my dear, I never had such a day in all my life! It was simply ap- palling—what I went through! I shudder now to think of it! You see, I thought I'd shop a little in the morning, and then meet John for lunch- eon, and go to a matinee afterward. Well, we did all that, but such # time as I had doing it! “T didn’t go in town with John. He goes on that eight- thirty-nine—all our best commuters do; but it’s too early for me to getoff. He said we'd lunch at Sherry’s—John’s a perfect dear about such things, if we have been married nearly two years. So, of course, I wanted to look my bestest, and I put on my new blue gown. I'd never had it on before, and— Yes, it isa hobble skirt; but I begged Miss Thread- ley not to make it I do hate extreme fashions. So she said she'd make a modified hobble, a hobblette, she calls it—and she extreme. 1. Mr. Hippo—'* Raus mit you! Clear out, you meddlesome young ape before I take a notion to sit on you!" 3. —— Wait, now, till I get the rope tied to this cocoanut tree. —— By CAROLYN W. worst of a dressmaker in the house. You never can say what you think, be- cause you feel as if you were being rude to a guest. “Well, anyway, I got into the thing and started for the ten-forty-eight train. “*What is the gown? Oh, it’s simply the most adorable coloring you ever dreamed of! Foundation of a sort of iridescent satin, clouded with a sort of bluish-greeny thin stuff, shot with orange and changeable violet, and hem OF A CHIMPANZEE. and girdle of flame-colored satin, with pastel design shaded in; so, you see, it’s modified Chantecler, after all. Well, let me tell you, it looked lovely in the mirror, and as I started to walk away I fell over at the very first step! Luckily, I fell into a chair; but I bruised my knee and ankle dreadfully. Jane brought hot water and Pond’s Extract and fixed me up, and I started again, for I didn’t want to lose that train. How I got downstairs I don’t know. It was a series of jumps and jounces. But, after 2. Napoleon—"* Say, Jumbo, I want your as- sistance for a few minutes, to teach that smart bunch of sports over there to pick on someone their own size.—— this, I shall slide down on a tea tray, as I used todo when I was a child. “Of course I knew it was only a matter of learning to walk in the thing, and I was bound to learn. I went along the street pretty well as long as I remem- bered to take little, tiny steps; but as I reached Eglantine Avenue, I heard the train coming. You know there's a good two blocks to go after that, so I ran. My dear, if you could have seen me! Talk about contor- tionists! Of course my running was just a sort of jig- gety-jig trotting, but I had to keep 4, —— There! your might. assured me it would be all right. It’s a perfect beauty, my dear; but, good land! it’s exactly the shape of a bol- ster slip, and round the knees it’s fitted tightly and boned! It's the very last word of French style, but I’m not Now, Jumbo, pull with all Pull till the rope breaks ! —— going to preserve my equilibrium. I reached the train just as it was ready to move out of the station. I tried to step on, but you know how high the lowest step is. I simply couldn't reach it. I tried first one fcot and then the other, and neither would come anywhere near that step without tear- sure Miss Threadley translated it cor- rectly. That’s the 6. —— The stronger nut wins in life's battles. Isn't that right, Jumbo? As I said before, one wants to remember he laughs best who laughs last."" Now, we 'll see what happens when those two nuts come together.—— ing my skirt. And it wouldn’t tear! comicbooks.com