Judge — June 29, 1912 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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Advertising of Advertising Everybody is talking about it, but Judge and Leslie's Weekly are doing it. (See page 2) : | ROMEIKE’S Cy hewepaper ‘clippine, which | ny subject may appear about you, your 8. ‘on which you may want to be “up tod. Every newspaper and periodical of importance in the United States and Europe is searched. Terms, $5.00 for 100 notices. Henry Romer, 106-110 Seventh Avenue, New York. HENRY LINDENMEYR & SONS | PAPER WAREHOUSE Nos. 22, 34 and 26 Bleecker Street Branch Warehouse, 2) Beekman Street, New York ALL KIND’ OP PAPER MADE TO ORDER J a AKE GEORGE, the grandest lake in the State of New York, unsurpassed scenery, a marvel in beauty and the gateway of The Adirondacks. The Sagamore, meaning “ Big Chief,” a hotel emphat- ically unique in arrangement,a place you must see, stay awhile, meet the people and you will not be your lot. Try it, and ask those who have been want to leave; contentment wil = there. Finest Automobile roads in the section; rest, quietness and plenty to do at the same time. T. Edmund Krumbholz, P. 0, Sagamore, N. Y. The Kirkwood, Camden, S. C. Hotel Montciair, Montclair, W. J. In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. ft will be appreciated. e 5 ° Picture Prize Winners O*’ MAY 18th Jupce published a handsome, double-page picture of a summer camping scene, showing a capsizing canoe, and offered various prizes for the best poem and the best story relating to the picture, us well as for the best caption for it. Last week the names of the prize-winners in the various classes were published in JupGe. Following are the prize-winning poem and story in the contest: Foolishness. We know ‘‘What fools we mortals be!’’ How various our idiocy. Except the fool whose simple art \ Brings merry laughter to the heart, There is no fool of ail the band Whom any of the rest can stand. The fool who puts tacks in your chair, The fool who drops glue in your hair, The fool who sends you by express, “Collect,’’ a ton of bricks or iess— Such fools as these are just plain fools; They teach such tricks in grammar schools. The drunken fool, with maudlin gab, At least can be chucked in a cab; The fool who drops ice down your back, The fool who walks the railway track, The fool who jumps from back of trees— Who has not been some one of these? The fool whose talk is bally rot Is not the worst fool of the lot; Nor even him who, “just for fun,”” Pots you with his “unloaded” gun. The fool of fools, who gets my goat, | Is that prime fool who rocks the boat! | — Maurice Baldwin. To Die at Dawn. “‘Bah!"’ cried Our Hero. ‘‘This note is from none other than Van Loan Mc- Tavish, my hated rival!’’ He hissed meaningfully and rushed for his camera and raincoat. ‘Yes, my shy fellow, we will meet at Trout River at dawn, and your handsome face shall play you false!" At that very same moment, twelve long miles uway, two men bent over a leaky canoe and smiled grimly at each other. One wore a red sweater, bought for one dollar and ninety-eight cents! The other, whom we will call Van Ars- dale Van Loon, looked smilingly at his check book. It had a:personal entry for ten thousand dollars—a reward for crime which had not yet been committed. “Can he swim or no?”’ whispered Van Loan. It sounded harshly against the check book. comicbooks.com M be th be th ag dr