Judge — December 6, 1913 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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THE PUP—I do believe he is trying to bite ber! Handing Him the Drum I" WAS Christmas Eve in the Bronx. Percy and Pearl were sitting in the frontroom. Percy was ‘‘staying’’ inNew -York. That is how Pearl put it. Percy had come from Liverpool. She didn’t ex- plain that Percy was one of the seven ginks who stand shoulder to shoulder at the ‘edge of the curb at a crowded street corner just where scared pedestrians are wont to land when they leap from under a joy wagon. Other whiles, in { his waking moments, Percy engineered | the elevator in the Overlook Apart- ments. But mostly he sat in the front room with Pearl. This night of which | I write they sat comfortably close, side by side, until the clock struck twelve. At that moment Pearl's father strolled across the room and placed a tiny toy drum on Percy’s lap. | ‘Now, what does he mean by that?”’ asked Percy. | Pear! snickered and replied, ‘Why, don’t: you know? He wants you to beat it.’” —Cy Warman. Laying Down the Law Willie—What did dad mean by a safe and sane Christmas? Ma—lIt will be no use, my dear, to ask Santa Claus for a bobsled, drum or tin whistle. That obsessed look is caused by worry over what you won’t get. A Boy at Christmas : By EDGAR A. GUEST F I COULD have my wish to-night, it would not be for wealth or fame, It would not be for some delight that men who live in luxury claim; But it would be that I might rise at three or four a. m. to see, With eager, happy, boyish eyes, my pres- ents on the Christmas tree. Throughout this world there is no joy, I know now I am growing gray, So rich as being just a boy, a little boy on Christmas Day. I'd like once more to stand and gaze en- raptured on a tinseled tree, With eyes that know just how to blaze, a heart still tuned to ecstasy; I'd like to feel the old delight, the surg- ing thrills within me come; To love a thing with all my might, to grasp the pleasure of a drum; To know the meaning of a toy—a mean- ing lost to minds blasé; To be just once again a boy, a little boy on Christmss Day. I'd like to see a pair of skates the way they looked to me back then, Before I'd turned from boyhood’s gates and marched into the world of men; I'd like to see a jackknife, too, with those same eager, dancing eyes That couldn't fault or blemish view; I’d like to feel the same surprise, The pleasure, free from all alloy, that has forever passed away, When I was just a little boy and had my faith in Christmas Day. RENO STYLE Lucille—Gladys looks quite different since she Separated from her husband. She now wears her hair ‘a la divorcee." Cassandra— How's that? Lucille—Parted Oh, little, laughing, roguish lad! the king that rules across the sea Would give his scepter if he had such joy as now belongs to thee! And beards of gray would give their gold and all the honors they possess Once more within their grasp to hold thy present fee of happines Earth sends no greater, surer joy, as, too soon, thou, as I, shall say, Than that of his who is a boy, a little boy on Christmas Day. We know about the evil effects of fric- tion; but if you are never criticised, you are not apt to try for a higher plane. BOBBY'S NIGHTMARE comicbooks.com