Judge — December 6, 1913 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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From a Sinner’s Diary ER day a woman and I went Tenn She was half sick and wholly cross and hard to live with, If I started to throw out a line, she'd forbid it being there and make me put it somewhere else. Just so with everything. If I started to carry out her first orders, she would coun- termand them, as if I was doing some- thing I'd dared to think up myself. At night I said, ‘‘You've ordered me around all day, and I’ve minded without talking back; but don’t think by that you can al- ways, for some other day I may be in your condition—hating my neighbor as myself —and not stand it a minute.’” Always take a pail to carry bullheads home in. I believe it hurts them to be strung on a stick, because the other night when I was stringing one I lost my hold and got one of his harpoons under my thumb nail, whole length. It set in and was so sore I couldn’t blow my nose. Hu- mane people will say it served me right for murdering the bullhead. I can’t see why. The devil is all the time angling for me. And when the proper bait and my appetite and opportunity come to- gether, he gets me, of course, just as he does everybody. A woman visiting us remarked one night, as the men filed out from supper, “Now, when a man’s work is done, it’s done; a woman’s never is.’? Then she and ma pointed for the other room, to make war-map doilies, leaving me the dishes, while pa gathered up his milk pails to set under six cows, after working at his wall tight as he could jumpall day. After that I presume he read his daily, if the air wasn’t too full of rag roses and rug fringe, or wandered off down the lane with his rifle, to see how close he could come to a woodchuck and not scare him, instead of trying to pink all his burdock leaves or carve Chinese characters on his rails. Ma wishes she’d poisoned the dog be- fore she got religion. She’s afraid I'll tell if she does now. = —Lynette Freemire. A Big Christmas “Have a big Christmas at your house?”’ inquired Danks. “Well, I should kriss a kringle!’’ an- swered Banks. ‘‘The baby sucked the stripes off a wooden zebra and kept us up four nights with acute indigestion; Robert received through the mail a box of bonbons which he thinks is poisoned; my wife won't speak to me, because I gave her the only thing she said she wanted; the cook spent the holidays at her old home in Mud Center; my father, who was playing Santa Claus, let his rope whisk- ers catch fire; and I have just received notice from the bank that my account is overdrawn $116.75. Oh, we had a big Christmas, all right!"? GREAT DEAR SPRING WATER. “Its Party Tas Made It Famous." 50c. per case of 6 glass stoppered bottles, The Telephone Doors of the Nation This is possible because 7,500,000 telephones, in every part of our country, are connected and work to- gether in the Bell System to promote the interests of the people within the community and beyond its limits. It is the duty of the Bell System to make its service universal, giving to everyone the same privilege of talking anywhere at any time. Because as the facilities for direct communication are extended, the people of our country are drawn closer together, and national welfare and contentment are promoted. i HEN you lift the Bell Telephone receiver from the hook, the doors of the nation open for you. Wherever you may be, a multitude is within reach of your voice. As easily as you talk across the room, you can send your thoughts and words, through the open doors of Bell Service, into near-by and far-off states and communities. At any hour of the day or night, you can talk instantly, directly with whom you choose, one mile, or a hundred, or two thousand miles away. AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES One System Universal Service a "6038-875 a month ~ CREDIT One Policy ~—. 6034-8 50. Giore Ss a4 ‘Only « SY = 20% Ys: down /DIAMONDS ON diss hi now M. Lyon 71-73 Nassau Stree & Co., _ NEW YORK comicbooks.com