Judge — August 9, 1913 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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MANHATTAN BEACH SURF BATHING “JAt New York's Most Popular and Fashionable Resort by the Sea."* Where the temperature seldom veries from 70 degrees. Within the city limita, half hour by train, one hour by auto. Unsurpaseed surf bathing, new tennis courts, deep sea fishing, famous outdoor restaurant, boating and sailing. AMERICA’S LEADING SEASHORE MOTEL. ORIENTAL HOTEL Now Open European Plan. Concerts by Mercadante's Orchestra Morning and Evening. Auto roads direct to hotel entrance. Garage and parking accommodations. JOSEPH P, GREAVES, Manager. (Plorida East Coast Hotel Co.) Tel. 1000 Coney Island HOTEL ARLINGTON 18-20 WEST 25th STREET Just off Broadway and Madison Square NEW YORK Twelve-story fireproof building—handsomely furnished Rooms—modern in all respects, In the centre of the shopping and theatrical sections. Dooklet. ATES, $1.00 PER DAY UP E. W. AUSTIN, Mgr. ® i V. A. AUSTIN, Prop. 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. Passing the Mustard The Old Home An old lane, an old gate, an old house by a tree; A wild wood, a wild brook—they will not let me be. In boyhocd I knew them, and still they call to me. Down deep in my heart's core I hear them, and my eyes Through tear mists behold them beneath the old-time skies, "Mid bee boom and rose bloom and or- chard lands arise. I hear them; and heartsick with longing is my soul, To walk there, to dream there, beneath the sky’s blue bow]; Around me, within me, the weary world made whole. To talk with the wild brook of all the long ago; To whisper the wood-wind of things we used to know, When we were old companions, before my heart knew woe. To walk with the morning and watch its rose unfold; To drowse with the noontide, lulled is its heart of gold; To lie with the nighttime and dream the dreams of old. To tell to the old trees and to cach listen- ing leaf The longing, the yearning, as in my boy- hood brief, The old hope, the old love, would ease me of my grief. The old lane, the old gate, the old house by the tree; The wild wood, the wild brook—they will not let me be. In boyhood I knew them, and still they call to me. —Madison Cawein. Grief and Remorse—‘‘Now,"’ said the stage manager, ‘‘you are the heroine. You are supposed to suffer more than anybody else in the play. You must put yourself into a frame of mind which rep- resents grief and remorse.”’ “T know,” replied the leading woman. “T'll try to make myceif believe I'm one of the people who paid two dollars to see this play.""— Washington Star. The Feminine Comment —‘‘My hus- band,’’ she said, ‘‘always wants me to look my best, no matter what the cost."’ ‘*Well,’’ her friend replied, ‘‘one can hardly blame him for feeling as he does."" —Chicago Record-Herald. Not Pay for It—Bobbs—Your friend, the poet, seems to think he has a mes- sage for the world. Sobbs—Well, if he takes my advice, he'll send it collect.—Philadelphia Record. In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. comicbooks.com