Judge — July 6, 1912 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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A Delightful Situation Where City, Country and Mountains The Park Hotel Williamsport, Pennsylvania Have a complete file of the cleverest_ humorous weekly It will be enjoyed by everyone at all boar ‘ol published Richly bound in maroon—half morocco. fifty-two issues. Price $1.50, postpaid. JUDGE, 225 Fifth Avenue, New York 1,000 Island House ALEXANDRIA BAY Jefferson County, New York IN THE HEART OF THE THOUSAND ISLANDS In the most enchanting spot in all America, where nature's charms are rarest, all the delights of modern civilization are added ip the 1,000 Island House. No hotel of the Metropolis pro- vides greater living facilities or such luxurious com- fort-real home comfort—as does this palatial Summer retreat. An amusement for every hour, or quiet, complete rest, is the choice of every guest. All Drinking Water used in the House is Filtered Send two 2-cent stamps for Illustrated Booklet 0. G. STAPLES, Proprietor HAKRY PEARSON, Chief Clerk GRANDFATHER USED STILL THE BEST. Note style | o&% bottling This is the Guaranteed | Original Package. To get solid with the steady drinkers in your place, give them the old standby— “I. W. HARPER” BERNHEIM DISTILLING CO. Louisville, Ky. FOR g MEN OF BRAINS 1GARS ~MADE AT KEY WEST HENRY LINDENMEYR & SONS ‘PAPER WAREHOUSE Noa. 22, 34 and 36 Bleecker Street Branch Warehouse, 20 Beekman Street, New York ALL KINDS OF PAPER MADE TO ORDER Good for What Ails You— a beautifally colored, handsomely mounted, ready to trame picture is yours for 2c. Just send 2c. in stamps. and the next mail will bring you a copy of this picture. JUDGE, 225 Fifth Avenue, New York In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciates. The Good Old Summertime. By Robert W. Sneddon. OW IS the time when Paterfamilias feeleth the irk of his daily toil and communeth with himself, saying, ‘*Ho! Is it not hotter than the devil's kitchen in this cube jumble of masonry? Let me arise and flee on nimble pinion, with Materfamilias, little Bud and little Maymie, unto the cool breezes of the briny or the flowery breath of the coun- try, There, in silken dalliance, will I rest me and dream dreams of idlesse, or, perchance, by the violet-painted banks of a purling brook, will I watch the gilded wheels of the chariot of Even loop the loop through the pearly clouds. I will listen to the songs of the feathered crew, the hum of drowsy bees, or the lingering lapping of the languorous There will I hearken to the voice of Nature, and sweet slumber shall steal over my soul as I watch the young moon ride out upon a sea of shim- mering stars. There will I bid farewell to care and worry."’ But it is all a delusion and a snare. Why should Uncle Rube, the guileless owner of that romantic farmhouse, have no further aspirations than those of legalized hold-ups? Why should he cause innocent citizens to curse the day that flashed him across their field of vision? ocean. Why should the blooming gar- den of luscious fruits and the perennial spring of lacteal fluid be but an empty boast, long mortgaged to the stay-at- home town dwellers?) Why should one’s table in the wilderness be product of the cannery? Speak or be forever silent! But what availeth? Billy considers some one has got the pull of him unless he can pack his grip, don his eleven- dollar suit, hide himself under a dollar- fifty Panama, and cultivate a tan with the vicious aid of salt water and old Sol. And as for Betty— What would sum- mer be without the beach and the board- walk? Good old holiday time, when the mercury of one’s purse falleth day by day with doleful dumps! But what availeth? Billy must give the glad eye, and Betty get it some- where out of town. It is an epidemic which the home family doctor cannot cure, and the only thing to do is to come back with your nose blistered and your young heart playing tricks. It is always damp under the trees where the wind gently lilts in the branches. There are always ants ard a zoo of crawlers in those grassy dells. Those yellow sands are always covered with broken bottles and decayirg sea- weed. The bees’ drowsy kum mirglee et with the © | | | ] j comicbooks.com