Judge — December 13, 1913 — page 10: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

An Indifferent Visitor «Now, don’t put yourself out none on my account,’’ said Aunt Serelda [By Bean, as she untied her bonnet strings after arriv- ; ing without previous { warning at the home of ; Aunt Jane Joy. “You know me well \ enough, Jane, to know that when I go a-visitin’ it ain’t for what I git to eat. If you just stir up one o’ your 'lec- tion cakes, an’ make one o’ your raisin biskits, an’ fry a chicken, an’ have a little cramberry sarce with it, an’ mebbe a glass o’ your grape or currant jell = an’ a little o’ your watermelon preserve, an’ then make a pot o’ coffee an’ put on a few doughnuts, I'll git along all right without another thing, unless you’d like to bake some o’ your Greening ap- ples. They go ruther good with roast chicken. I’m thankful I ain’t one o’ the kind that visits only for what they git to eat. Older I grow, the less I care for what's set before me when I go visitin’. How did your pickalil come 6ut you told me you was goin’ to make? I dono but I'd like a leetle mite at dinner, to see if the reseet worked as well with you as it did with me.”’ Then and Now When he put on her skates, he tarried, For she was quite a charming elf. I notice now, since they are married, She’s learned to put them on herself. Charles—AN right. Muriel—You 'd beiter toss agai, Charles. Heads, we play golf; tails, we visit your aunt Selina. I wasn't ready. A PATERNAL SHOCK Nurse (who has done some cabaret work, to anxious and expectant father)—It's a bear! it's a bear! Cause and Effect “It must be great to bea man! One dress suit lasts you for years and years, and a woman must have a new gown for every party.’” “That's why one dress suit lasts a man for years and years."’ Music! Love is the turkey trot of affection. Hang t, it's tails! When Cupid Grins To-pay, upon the avenue, I met him face to face. His gray eyes sought my own of blue, be- neath their film of lace. I passed him, flushing, through the throng, the while he poised his hat. The air sang in my ears a song—Freddie is growing fat! Ten years ago—ten years ago! ‘Twas summer when we met, And roses bloom and breezes blow about that Junetime yet, So fresh, so lovely and so sweet; a ten- der, old, dead day! Now in the afternoon we meet—he’s wear- ing a toupee! No straight-front model bound his waist, vested in English style. His keen glance swept my bodice laced, his gray eyes seemed to smile; And yet his look was reverent, dim, o’er full with memory. But as I slowly measured him, he seemed to size up me. Ah, love and summer and romance! If we could but decay When Time leads us a merry dance and steals our joys away; If, like a rose, we'd fade in truth, in the chill grasp of fate! But Cupid grins when love and youth be- gin to take on weight!—Kute Masterson Mrs, Tilton—Was your vacation an in- expensive one this year, dear? Mrs. Bilton—On the contrary. Bilton broke nearly all of my fine china. comicbooks.com