Judge — February 17, 1912 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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GRANDFATHER USED STILL THE BEST. Note style 2% bottling This is the Guaranteed Onginal ackage. It is handled by the bes? dealers thruou' the United States If you cannot find it we will tell you where you can be supplied right in your neigt-borhood BERNHEIM DISTILLING CO. Louisville, Ky. RITTENHOUSE HOTEL Chestnut and Twenty Second Sis., Philadelphia, Pa. A Refined Home-like Hotel, Cater- ing to Discriminating Transient and Permanent Guests. Located in the very heart of Phil- adelphia’s most select residential section, yet within ten minutes’ walk of the railroad stations, shopping district, and theatres. An exclusive cafe—cuisine and service of the highest standard. —— EUROPEAN PLAN, $1.50 Per day and up. AMERICAN PLAN, $4.00 Per day and up. — R. VAN GILDER Manager Little George's Diary. (Concluded from a preceding page.) orchard. Perhaps the bugs are get- ting at the trees and I'd best wallop a few of them. I’ve got to get a gun. That's a sure thing. But how can I pull off some stunt to loosen pop’s purse- strings? I've been thinking hard. I've got the idea. The deed is done. I've felled pop’s favorite cherry tree and saun teredoff. There’s trouble coming. I feel it creeping round the place I use for chair- manship. Whatisinthe air? Thunder, I wonder? Pop's just stabled the pony. Shall I slip a copybook or two into my little trews or put on an angel face? The cherubic visage seems good to me. Now for it. Pop's yelling ‘‘George!"* like blazes. Good-night! Now for the gun! It’s all over and pop’s in the gunroom. This is how I worked the game. I feel as if I were the one cute kid of tradi- tion. Pop hollers, ‘‘George!’’ I go forth innocently. ‘Yep, pop. Glad to see you're back home."* “Say, George," he says. He's look- ing mighty fierce. Perhaps I ought to have put in the copybooks. It's too late now, though. ‘‘Say, George, what thundering rascal smote my little cherry tree? Speak, my son, or there will be fireworks on the piazza to-night.”’ I thought hard. If I blame Sam, I getno gun. If I speak the truth, I get either a thumping or the gun. That gun! I could kill a hundred crows with it to-morrow, or I'm no soldier. ‘*Pop.”’ I said sweetly, ‘‘seems to me as if some cuss had tickled that tree with a hatchet."" Pop drew in his breath fast. “Does it, son?’’ he said sharply. “There's too many hatchets about this run. Where's the one I gave you?” “Let's bury that one. pop.’’ I said, opening my eyes as wide as I could. That always gets pop. ‘‘Father, the remotest thing from my infant lips is a terminological inexactitude. I cannot tella lie. I done it.” Pop coughed softly and, drawing his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his eyes and blew his nose lustily. “*My child,’’ he said softly, infolding me in his spacious arms, ‘‘my noble child! Your strict adherence to those laws of moral conduct I have sought to inculcate in your infant mind shall not go unrewarded. I shali give you a gun; but,"* and he drew me onto his knees as he sat on the stump, “‘if I catch you say- ing ‘done it,’ in defiance of all laws of rhetoric, I'll break every bone in your body! Meanwhile’’-—— Well, I'm only taking standing shots for a day or two. Hello Bill! While they last, you can have an_artist’s colored proof for 25c. Frame it. The B.P. O. E. cover appeals to every Elk. The supply of colored proofs is limited, Send this coupon with 25c in stamps at once. JUDGE 225 Fifth Ave., New York meme K— COUPON eee ewww Judge, New York. Enclosed find 25c for which send me, postage paid, an artist’s proof of the B. P. O. E. Name _. Address .... In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. comicbooks.com