Judge — May 20, 1911 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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‘There always is a part of madam's clothes That fashion seeks to bulge out into space ; At times this bulge to lower garments goes, Again it may obscure her dainty face. A LEAF EE! that was a narrow es- cape! That savage monster who owns this house struck at me with a folded news- paper; but for the fact that the advertising pages weighted down his weapon, I should be squashed all over the wall paper. I wonder what makes everybody so vicious nowadays. Time was when these monster man creatures were tame enough. They did not slap and bang us around and seek to kill us on every occasion. Something must have gone wrong in their world. There are too many people, anyway. I ate something last week that made me dreadfully sick. It was in a little dish and tasted awfully good—but never again! I half suspect that large, fat woman set it out a-purpose for me to eat. I won't touch a thing after this unless I see the men animals eat it first. Saw a lot of my people gathered on a shiny lake which sure did look good enough to eat. Dropped in and found that it was dreadful footing. I nearly got mired good. By walking out over the bodies of some strangers, I got away. I fear all the rest are lost. Have been out- doors all morning washing thesticky stuff off my feet. Hada lot of fun with a bald-head- ed man this morn- ing. He did not want to getup, so I played a whirli- gig on his head. A whirligig is just Baseball captain—"‘ So you want a job on my ball team. Bill Spider—'* Put me in the outfield. I'm a scream at catching flies."’ A RONDEL OF FASHION'S BULGE. The billowing hoopskirt apace, Gave way at last, that panniers might that swelled pose; Then bustles came to certainly disclose Distorted lines of beauty and of grace. By DON. CAMERON SHAFER. a big buzz and a dance around with all feet, just letting your wings tickle. You have to be quick, though, for the man THEATRICAL BOOKING AGENCY BF, WANTED IN BROOKLYN, What position can you play ?"* ‘The dip-front blouse, as everybody knows, Balloon-shaped sleeves did rapidly replace; And last year’s coiffure, puffed in may rows, To Turkish trousers now has given place ! There always is a part of madam’s clothes That fashion seeks to bulge out into space. FROM THE LIFE OF A HOUSE FLY. creature gets dreadfully playful and makes believe he's trying to catch you. Of course they couldn't catch me in twelve years. We had great fun. At last he got up and folded a towel and struck at me—mad because he couldn’t catch me. It wasn’t fair, so I quit playing and went down to the kitchen to see what we were going to have for din- ner. Our new cook is very touchy. She won't let me walk over the meat if she can help it. This morning she was talk- ing with the butcherman and I walked all over a big steak and had great fun. Then I went and wiped my feet on anew sponge cake, just to show her. Of course she got mad and chased me around the room with a funny thing made of wire netting nailed on a stick. I flew up on the ceiling and made faces at her until I was hungry. We aren't good friends at all. Played with the baby in the nursery for a half hour. He cried something beautifully. I love to hear the baby make funny noises, but the man crea- tures don’t seem to appreciate it. They came in and made the room sogloomy and dark Icrawled out of a hole in the window blind. Say, things have come to a pretty pass in this country! I was three hours get- ting into this house to-day. 1 guess we flies will have to carry skel- fre Ruasen gy, comicbooks.com