Judge, 1912-12-07 · page 18 of 44
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Visitor—"' I thought you were a Christian Scientist.’* Convalescent—"' Yes, I intend to take it up again if I ever get well."’ | of the Faithful, these be the young men and maidensof the city who journey to witness the games between the young Calendars of the universities. “There is a great strife over a ball of swine skin and many are mangled and disabled thereby. “At night the young men haunt the dance halls and wine shops, uttering the strange cries you have heard and terrifying the citizens. “It is an old custom of this day, and it is whispered that the young men of the bazaars masquerade as cal- endars of the universities at night and do all these things and many others that astonish the mind.’”’ The Caliph, deeply interested at these words, resolved to see all these things, and at nightfall he went forth again in mufti, attended only by the faithful Giafar. As they passed a house of entertainment on the Broad Way that leads to Balsora and other points up the creek, they were approached by a mendicant of miserable ap- pearance, who solicited alms. The Caliph handed the mana sequin and would have passed on, but that the mendicant held him by his gar- ment and spoke as follows: “Allah be merciful to you, oh, generous iiievenant! —for the Caliph and Giafar were disguised as two mer- chants of Syracuse out seeing the town—‘‘but I have made a vow that I would receive alms from no one who would not at the same time haul off and hand me a wal- lop in the jaw."’ Marveling at these words, Haroun-al-Raschid hesi- tated; but seeing the mendicant was about to return the money, he handed his coat to Giafar, and, feinting with his right, he landed a left-arm swing and the beggar went down, while Giafar counted him out. They were about to go upon their way when the men- dicant rose, and throwing his arms around the Caliph, cried out in a loud voice that he was a poor cripple who had been assaulted without cause by this burly ruffian. (Continued in advertising section.) comicbooks.com