Judge — November 22, 1913 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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Strictly Private out December 6th, Of course, you might be able to pick up a copy at the news- stands—and th you might not, be j to get a copy of this great number is to subscribe now. here are some of the contributors: Homer Croy James Ol K. Tso J. A. Waldron W. J. Lampton Charles Campbell Roscoe Gilmore St Subscription 35.00 a year. Judge 225 Fifth Avenue New York a quiet tip: Better send in your subserip- or you'll miss the Christmas Number, y be predjudiced, but it looks so good to us that we think it will disappear like umbrellas on a rainy day. The only way to be about it next week; but asa bit of advance information, Strickland Gillitan Louis Untermeyer The Second Table (To Be Read Looking At the Cover) | [ TELL you, when Uncle Jim, Uncle John, Aunt Ellen, Cousin Loa and all of them got there, we made a crowd for Thanksgivi, dinner, I guess our family had more relatives than any other font in the world especially at meal time. : When dinner was ready, ma would come to the door and nod her head at pa——just a twitch, so little that no one else could see it—and pa would stand up and say, ‘‘All hands ready for dinner!"* and we children would hurry out into the dining-room, mighty ready and Willing. By the time all the cousins and relatives sat down, there wouldn’t be any place for us, so we'd have to go back to the sitting-room and wait. After pa got through saying grace, they would fall to with an «wful clattering of knives and forks, We'd think it would drive us inad. Gracious, how long it would take them to eat! Pa, with bis horn spectacles on, would get to telling a story of how he used todo | when de was a boy, and they'd all stop eating to listen to him. It would take him the longest time to tell anything Thanksgiving Day. He'd stop right in the middle of a story to think of a name or what winter it happened, when it wasn’t important at all, while we would be so hungry that we didn’t know whether we'd live through it or not. He'd sit there sharpening the meat knife while we'd be peeking through the door just about starved. Sometimes I'd get so weak that I'd have to down on the floor and prop myself up with one arm, I'd think I simply couldn’t stand it. You know how it feels | when you get awfully hungry—-something gets hold of your stomach and wads it up just as if you took a wet veil and squeezed it with your hand. Then I'd look up, and there on the wall would be a motto that | wouldn’t cheer me up a bit. It said, ‘‘The Lord Will Provide.” | | | always knew He would, but sometimes I'd wish He wouldn't wait till the second table. When I get big and get married, I’m not going to make my children wait till the second table. There isn’t going to be any second | table. If I saw that all of them couldn't sit down at the first table Thanksgiving Day, I would let the children into the kitchen and let them eat all they wanted without telling anybody. And I don’t think candy hurts little people—I'd let them have all of that they wanted When I get big, there isn’t going to be any second table at our house. No, sir—everybody’s going to be happy then! H.C Our Worry A lot of people in the East are having a discussion to the effect that a small turkey is more delicious than a large one. This doesn't worry us; we don’t give a whoop about the measurements as long as we know that it is turkey. George Henry, Reformer By ELLIS 0, JONES Me LONGACRE TENEMENCE, the largest landholder in the city, was sitting in his office one morning, when a young man entered the outer room enthusiastically and handed his card to the office boy. “Mr. George Henry,’ said the card. And down in,.the lower right-hand corner it said, ‘‘Reformer.’’ Mr. Tenemence read it slowly, as if trying to recall the name; then a moment later he commanded the office boy to ‘‘show himin.’’ His tone indicated reckless abandon- ment, as of one who knew he was doing the wrong thing. Mr. George Henry was not an unattractive-looking person, and he had a certain convincing manner of speaking, to which Mr. Tene- mence, accustomed to quick judgments, reacted at once. “You are a busy man, Mr. Tenemence,”’ said Mr. Henry, without delay, ‘‘and I won’t take any more of your time than necessary.”” “Do you want money?” queried the other. “No. Atleast not at present. What I want to do is to outline to you a little plan I have worked out which will—we!l, I won't say that it will make everything all right, but it will certainly bring abcct many needed betterments. It is called the One-Ply Tax. Perhaps you've heard of it. There has been quite a little written about it.” “Never heard of it in my life. What's the object of it?"’ “T can state it in a few words. The object is to deprive you of all the benefit of your land holdings, but without your finding it out.” “What!” In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. even ea tata comicbooks.com