Judge — June 28, 1913 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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MAN HATTAN BEACH SURF BATHING “at ew York's Most Popular and Fashionable Resort by the Sea."* ‘here the temperature seldom varies from 70 d withis th city limita, half hour by train, one hour by auto. Unsurpassed surt bathing, new tennis courts, deep sea fishing. famous outdoor restaurant, boating and sailing. AMERICA'S LEADING SEASHORE MOTEL. ORIENTAL sino Opens June 26th. European Plan Concerts by Mercadante's Orchestra Morning and Evening. Auto roads direct to hotel entrance. Garage and parking accommodativn. JOSEPH P. GREAVES, Manager. Booking Office, 243 Fifth Ave.. Florida East Coast Hotel Co. Tels, 9230-9231 Madison Square, HOTEL ARLINGTON 18-20 WEST 25th STREET Just off Broadway and Madison Square iW YORK ‘Tweive-story fireproof belitine--bandsonly furnished Rooms—modern in all respects. In the centre of the shopping and theatrical sections, Booklet. RATES, $1.00 PER DAY UP V. A. AUSTIN, Prop. E. W. AUSTIN, Mgr. STEND ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. “Where the Surf Sings You to Sleep” Right at Chelsea’s Fashionable Bathing Beach. Here you find rest in abun- dance. ‘The ocean rolls and surges right up to—and under the hotel piazza, its music is grand and soothing. Distinctly, the Ostend has the finest loca: tion on the Beach. Within easy walking distance and roller chair ride to the center of life and gaiety for which Atlantic City is famous. The Hotel is equipped with everything necessary for human comfort and caters to the best patronage. All baths, private and public, have hot and cold running, fresh and sea water When the temperature is highest and cities hot and grimy the Ostend is the coolest and most comforable hotel in Atlantic City. Rooms large, airy, and 95 per cent. of them overlook the ocean, Special rates to single men. Rates are reasonable Write for booklet and reservation DAVID P. RAHTER, Proprietor and Manager HOTEL OSTEND, ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. eo . a Stories with Smifes Joshing the Diplomatist—There is a cer- tain youth attached to one of the foreign missions at Washington whose habit it is, shortly after introduction to some fair lady, immediately to turn the conversa- tion into channels favorable for the dis- cussion of the tender passion. “I observe,”’ said he, on one occasion, when he had just been presented to a charming young woman, ‘‘that you wear a most attractive locket. Tell me, does it contain the token of some past affair of the heart?"” “*Yes,’’ smiled the lady, who had been warned of the diplomat’s weakness and who thought to have a bit of fun with him. ‘‘It does contain a love token—a lock of my husband’s hair.’’ * “A widow!"’ exclaiméd the susceptible foreigner, as he edged closer. ‘*Wh some one told me your husband was alive “He is,’’ answered the young woman; “but his hair is gone.’ — Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. Cow Confounds City Boy—According to a story told ata recent dinner by Repre- sentative McCoy, of New Jersey, little five-year-old Jimmy was a city boy with absolutely no knowledge of the country In fact, he had never seen the country until he was taken to the hay zone to visit an uncle who owned a farm. Walking out with the uncle one morn- ing, Jimmy saw his first cow. Naturally he was greatly interested. “Uncle Will,’’ he cried, staring with all his eyes at Old Brindle, ‘‘what is that thing?” “That is a cow,’’ was the smiling re- sponse of Uncle Will. “And what are those things on its head?’’ queried Jimmy, indicating the cow's horns. “Those are her horns,’’ answered Uncle Will, as they continued along the road. They had not proceeded very far when the cow loudly mooed. Instantly Jimmy stopped and glanced back. “Say, Uncle Will,"’ he remarked, ‘I wonder which one of them horns it blowed."’—Philadelphia Press. Homespun Homilies Gabe Toots sez: Whenever you runs across a real happy couple, you can generally find a husband that’s allus taking a little hand in wiping the dishes, If there warn’t no onery men, much of the talk about wimminfolks being onery would stop. I ain’t never yet seen Opportunity reach over into a passel of fellows talk- ing baseball and yank one of ‘em out. Nowadays, somehow, they even don’t make the weddin’ rings to last as long a3 they use to. If you want to read somethin’ not so good, read what Mr. Bradstreet and Mr. Dun has to say about The Good Fellows. All you got to do nowadays is to look at some of ’em to tell they ain't states- men.—St. Louis Republic. comicbooks.com