Judge — June 7, 1913 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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A Change of Sentiment Two OR three grains of rice clinging to the lace on her hat were in them- selves proof of the fact that she and the spruce young man by her side in the par- lor car constituted a bridal couple. But she affected a great desire to conceal what was a palpable fact when she said, “Now, Ted, we don’t want to adver- tise the fact that we have just been mar- ried, do we, dear? I have always said that when I was a bride on my bridal JUST A LINE TO TELL THAT NELLY 18 HOME AGAIN. tour no one should know from my actions that such was the case, So let’s act like old married folks to fool people.’” “All right,"’ said the bridegroom. “‘Let’s begin by changing seats, so that I can get out of this hot sunshine and you sithere. Or I'll tell you what—I'll take the pillow and curl up on the other seat in our section and go to sleep for three or four hours, and you can look out of the window. Come to think of it, I guess I'll go out into the smoking-room and take off my coat and be comfortable, and sit and smoke and spin yarns with the other men for three or four hours, until we get to Chicago, while you’’—— “Ted, you are just horrid! You sit right where you are and keep on holding my hand, if you will insist on making us both ridiculous!"’ —M. WwW. To Arcadic! The pompous ceremonial o'er, My bride and I walk to the door. The organ thunders Mendelssohn. We heed it not, for now, alone, We twain at away shall fare— Sans preacher, kinsfolk, friends and care! “Where to?”’ the chauffeur calls to me. I, reckless, answer, ‘‘Arcadie!"’ A Woman of Experience He—If I am detained downtown late to-night, don't wait up for me. She—I sha'n’t; I shall come down for you! The widow's wiles will usually win out against the maiden’s smiles. The Main Attraction All the people wait to spy her Journey slow along the Up in front the D. D. ‘‘tier” Now is waiting, with a smile. Every detail's set to grace her. By the gods! she’s wondrous fair! Roses’ glory can’t efface her, In the eyes of watchers there. Don’t you think that you can place her? Ever see her anywhere ?—charie C. Jenen The Main Thing Ted——Cheer up, old man! Absence, you know, makes the heart grow fonder. Ned— What's worrying me is that I'm not just sure that it’s having the same effect on the girl. A Nice Distinction Lawyer—Do you mean to tell me the plaintiff was drunk! Witness—Well, no; but you couldn’t call him ostentatiously sober. Her Sire’s Consent “Yes, though it grieves me,’’ he began, “T cannot pay her bills, young man. This lifts the load, to some extent. Take her—you have my full consent.” The Old Bachelor As honeymooners now appear He hies him to hisden, The while he drops a silent tear To think what might have been. A BEECHNUT The Unknown Quantity s<]’LL BET she will”’—began the rash youth. “Don’t!"? interrupted his older and wiser companion. ‘Don’t bet that she will ever do anything. You can never tell what a woman will do.”* “But,’’ protested the young man, ‘I was going to bet that she would do the unexpected.”” “‘Don’t!"’ repeated the elder earnestly. Zven that is no safe bet.’" He (on the honeymoon)—Will you love me forever? Modern wife—No; but I'll make it a year, with the privilege of renewal THE WIDOW RECEIVES A PROPOSAL comicbooks.com