Judge — June 24, 1911 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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fae Daan JUDGING BY SOUND. Visitor—" Ab, you have a fountain in the next room. I can hear it splashing."” Host—"" No; my wife is giving an after- noon tea, and father 's drinking a cup.” Awe of Kings. King Geore will wear three ion =the royal crimson robe 0 velvet, ia which be will leave the abbey. HO ENVIES the great, in their thick robes of state, In summer weather—whew! But one comforting thing—no one dares ask a king, “Ts it hot enough for you?’’ Grace McKinstry The Ideal Summer Home. “enow, here's the kind of place I like,’’ says the summer cottager, idly looking over some kodak pictures. “See this pretty porch, with the vines climbing over it, and that sweep of lawn, with some trees and shrubs. I wish we could find a place like that instead of one of these ramshac- kle summer cot- tages like we always rent.'’ “Why, John . Flikkerman!” laughs his wife. “That's a picture of our own house at home that Will took last week!'’ HANDY An- dy—Carnegie. Seaside Architecture. By WILLIAM J. LAMPTON HE VILLA vills and vills vills, The cottage cots and cots Along the strand Of silver sand Converted into lots. and The pine planks pine and pine and pine, The shingles shing and shing, The yellow tints And brown-green tints Look like a bilious spring. The towers tow and tow and tow, Piazzas paz and paz In curious lines Of such designs As nothing elsewhere has. The jig-saw jigs and jigs and jigs, The fretwork frets and frets In fuzzy frills And grinning grills Hung on like wooden nets. The windows wind and wind and wind, Odd corners corn and corn, The roofs are steep, And flat and deep, The lawns are quite forlorn. The chimneys chim and chim and chim, The dormers dor and dor Aloft, alow, Yet do not know What they were put there for. The gaudy gauds and gauds and gauds, The modest mods and mods, The price of each Is made to reach All kinds of city wads. The sad sea sees and sees and sees, The billows bill and bill, But no one cares What pain is theirs, The villas vill and vill. TABLEAU. Showing how fishing may be viewed either as a mild amusement, thrilling sport, or a dreary stagnation. MILLINERY CONFECTIONS. PITTS. Vga Lre has donned her dees of ares, dmooted out gai flat- oe basa small ane it her ham cals Be ng @ Hat; lopn fat (me on, Bl fuerza Chi & tary. Tudor bonne’, Las cour, cect fere To Te emclele re ond pebred. te Terled Hal habs rept | Vite while, Then give wa. Bea hey on fara 02 ertoee/ fies fad the smal round, relret fe Mgt ig x. EN { ? rly page Sgeiehr ‘ Ha agenies 3 el sn dior fe Litre will réveal a Hervey Deere Wasted Blessings- Aunty (just ar- rived) —‘“‘Bless your sweet heart !"" Marie—“You needn't waste any of your blessings on him, aunty. Aunty—"Him? Who?"" Marie—‘*My former sweet- heart. We're mad at each other now. THE best check to poverty—a bank check. comicbooks.com