Judge — May 3, 1913 — page 12: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Puerto PRincIPE WHERE THE CUBISTS CAME A Joy Ride ers in that car on the scenic rail- way, and I was very glad for that, be- cause a very hand- some young woman occupied the same carwithme. Women may come and women may go, but I shall never forget the ways of that partic- ularyounglady. She was what might be called a wholesome-looking young woman. She was handsome, she was magnetic, and in her make-up there was an absence of pads, paints and perfumery—the three cheap substitutes for feminine charm and attractiveness, I was delighted to think that fortune had thrown me in contact with her. Her features were clean-cut, her complexion was as clear as a frosty night in the middle West. She had a wealth of fluffy, blond hair that fluttered bewilderingly in the summer breeze, and she had a pair of pink arms that extended clear from her hands to her shoulders. She made one feel as if he had never seen a woman until he saw her. But, pshaw! words are such poor things. They utterly fail to do her justice. As the car in which we sat glided down the approach to the first dip, she raised her limpid eyes to mine, bit her luscious lips nervously for a moment, and then stammered, “Oh, I—I—I'm afraid I—I'm going to be afraid of this I was about to remind her that she couldn’t possibly come to harm, but I didn’t have time, for just then the car turned a sharp curve, went over a knoll, THERE was only room for two passen- g a2 E and started down the incline at the rate of a mile innothing. I caught my breath and reached for a firmer hold on the car, and the young woman by my side threw up her arms and began to scream wildly. Suddenly I became aware that she had thrown one of her arms around my neck. Her head was pillowed upon my bosom. Care? No! Why should I care? It was the happiest moment of my life. While that beautiful goddess leaned upon me for support and screamed like a two-year-old in a tantrum, I wallowed in transports of bliss, praying the while that the car might jump the track and let us dive into joyous eternity together. But it didn’t! When the car stopped at the foot of the incline, the beauteous creature released me from the half- on hold, and, blink- ing her blue eyes at me apologetically, she said, with an By HOWARD C. KEGLEY FROM nchantress “You'll pardon me for acting so fool- ishly, won't you? I wouldn’t have be- haved so badly had it not been for the fact that I was badly frightened."” I assured her that she had my forgive- ness, and when I lost sight of her in the crowd along the board walk, she was hurrying away, with bright blush spots on each cheek. I never saw her again, but I wish that I might, for she had such taking ways about her. About ten minutes after she left me, I discovered that she had pinched my diamond shirt stud, my gold watch and a high-priced scarf pin! Every Woman Maud—Every woman wants to enlarge her sphere. Beatriz—True; but not her cireumfer- BOKanen. QUICK ACQUAINTANCE WITH GREAT SHADES Medium—Ab1 I have a message from the person you wanted. , and has met Napoleon, Washington, Carsar, Mark Twain, and Lydia Pinkham. He only died an hour ago. happy Jones—Gee! but he's a hustler! He says he is very comicbooks.com