Judge — August 16, 1913 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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The Jilts—a Comedy of Summer Courtship AST year she jilted me when autumn came, although I'd been through all the summer's flame an ardent lover of the kind that she oft said “deserved a maid- en’sconstancy.”’ I'd walked with her, I'd talked with her and Ws spooned, and in her ‘ = willing ears soft me i A vows I'd crooned. in We'd paced the moonlit strands full many a mile, and held each other's trustful hands the while. She'd stroked my hair; she'd bossed me here and there. She'd found me waiting on her everywhere, and in the tango we had tripped along as gayly as though life were but a song. And then? When autumn came, that maiden sweet passed by me coldly on the city street, as though I were a stranger, all unknown, COMPLETE WORDS AND MUSIC and left me standing there dazed and alone! And then again? Last night we met once more—you'd ne’er have guessed we'd ever met be- fore, and straightway she began again to scheme to bring about another ‘‘Love's Young Dream." “You so remind me of a man I knew somewhere, sometime,’’ she thus began to coo. ‘Your eyes and hair are quite the same,’’ said she, ‘‘and, when you smile, I'd almost think you're he.” “Perhaps I am,"’ said I, with deep-drawn sighs, and gazed once more into her soulful eyes. ‘‘What was his name?”” She thought, then smiled a bit, as she replied, “I can’t remember it! It’s gone from me forever, just as he has passed for- ever from the life of me— but he was mighty nice!’’ She sighed, and then, de- spite the past, I tumbled in again! What's one small jilt to knock a mortal flat? I quite resolved to let it go at that, and answered once again dear Cupid's call, with ne’er a fear of jilting in the fall; for I've a scheme to spare me from the worst—when fall hath come, I'll do the jilting first! -Blakeley Grey. Stumming “*My good man,"’ said the leader of the slumming party, ‘‘can you have the tango danced for us?” “I don’t permit the tango, mum,”’ responded the owner of the dance hall. “Have you the audacity to criticise dances that are danced in the best society?” “TI ain't criticising society, mum; but if I permitted dances like them, I'd lose my license.’’ The, Very One Merchant—I'm looking for a good man to write my advertise- ments. Friend—Why don’t you get one of those old farmers who write up the attrac- tions of their farm- houses during the sum- mer? Modern Version Rock-a-bye, baby, On the tree top! Ma’s turkey trotting— She cannot stop; Sister’s tangoing, Pa grizzly bears. Rock-a-bye, baby, For nobody cares! Gabrielle—Chased by a man! FANCY AND FACT She has Would Be a Cinch O#. for a straw hat that will keep Forever clean and bright! Oh, for a meltless collar that Is ever stiff and white! Oh, for tan shoes that ever shine, For ties that never fray! Oh, for a pair of summer pants In which the creases stay ! Thought It Was a Cook Proud parent—We had a new arrival at our house last night. Absorbed commuter—Did she get youa good dinner? Dear me, how romantic! comicbooks.com