Judge — October 18, 1913 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Galahad, P. By KATE MASTERSON sr GALAHAD was the first profes- this interesting state- sional bachelor. He made bachelor- ment betraying an hood a career, and, if we are to credit “almost Munyon - like Lord Tennyson, he was his own best press knowledge of cause agent. Hehadahabit of talking about and result. Then he himself, his strength, his victories, as goes on to describe a well as'the purity of his heart and his joust with an oppcnent havoc as a ladies’ man, that to-day would who, unaware of Gala- place him in the foremost rank of the had’s cunning ring would-be white hopes. manner, is sent reeling His name still stands through the ages with splintered spear, for unstained courage and knightly vir- while the victor stands tues of the highest order. Blushing foracurtaincall, with school girls have him framed over their perfume and flowers dressing tables. Spinsters who are yet falling lightlyinshow- searching for the Only Man drag himin ers from ladies’ hands. as a dinner-table topic, making merely- “Thankyew—thank- } men feel embarrassed and ordinary in con- aine, I thank- trast with this greatest bore of history. yew,’’ we can hear He was a strangely shy person. His him say in perfect J. strength, he tells us, is as the strength K. Hackett English. of ten, owing to the purity of his heart, Then, after a slight INNOCENCE “Oh, mother! isn't it good you don't have to wear short stockings like mine?"’ pause for the purpose of taking breath, he begins to rave about his virgin soul, and incidentally mentions the sweetness of the looks that ladies bend on him. Hastily he goes on to announce pro- hibitively that he has never felt the kiss of love nor maiden’s hand in his. This admission, made immediately after the detailed description of his battle, gives us at least one very human note in the personality of this noted carver of men’s casques, . He was the man with the medals in those days, and his dreams were haunted by the pure lilies of eternal peace. Undoubtedly he was the first woman’s man, probably an habitual week-ender; for he tells us how, on his trusty charger borne, he went from hostel to hall, to grange, by bridge and park and pale. We know the type. Hostesses learn to have him supplied with cigarettes, hot-water bottles, safety matches, head- ache powders and all the new novels. Otherwise he will be hurt. Most of these he carries away by mistake when he departs. Galahads have their uses as fillers-in at dances and at. bridge. They can even pour tea prettily. But they retain their bachelorhood at all hazards, meeting all comers with a clear eye and a virgin heart, until some female of the species, AN INTIMATE QUEKY invariably with a large bank account, pounces upon them and carries them off trembling across her saddle bow. Son—Pa, would you call your mother-in-law a distant relative ? Pa (sotto voce) —Not as distant as I would have her, son. comicbooks.com