Judge — December 20, 1913 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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Passing the Mustard | Such a Prude She's stopping at the Mountain House, | ~ But great seclusion seeks; | She always dresses in the dark, Because the mountain peaks. —Jupce. While at the sea resorts, she thinks The men are flirty knaves; She will not walk upon the beach, Because the ocean waves, veland Press. And stopping in the woodland dell, ‘Among old-fashioned camps, | She's always careful in the dusk, Because the kerosene lamps. —Detroit News. And when she wades across the brook, The wavelets of which please her, She shrinks and hollers, *‘Get the hook !’" When she sees the dog Caesar. —Houston Post. And when she wanders through the glade, Where Autumn wails sad hymns, She drops her eyes, this proper maid, Before the trees’ bare limbs. —Birmingham Age-Herald. Up went her bands, she stood aghast, When dinner host the turkey passed. “Dear me,’’ she wailed, ‘‘this is distress- ing— That horrid gobbler has no dressing !"” —Louisville Herald. The Toy-strewn House Give me the house where the toys are strewn, Where the dolls are asleep in the chairs, Where the building blocks and the toy balloon And the soldiers guard the stairs. Let me step in a house where the tiny cart With its horses rules the floor, And rest comes into my weary heart, For I am at home once more. Give me the house with the toys about, With the battered old train of cars, | The box of paints and the books left out, And the ship with her broken spars. Let me step in a house at the close of day s littered with children’s toys, And dwell once more in the haunts of play, With the echoes of bygone noise. | Giveme the house where the toys are seen, | _ The house where the children romp, | And I'll happier be than man has been "Neath the gilded dome of pomp. Let me see the litter of bright-eyed play Strewn over the parlor floor, {And the joys I knew in a far-off day Will gladden my heart once more. Whoever has lived in a toy-strewn home, Though feeble he be and gray, Will yearn, no matter how far he roam, ‘or the glorious disarray Of the little home with its littered floor That was his in the bygone days, And his heart will throb as it throbbed When he rests where a baby plays. —Eddie Guest, in Detroit Free Press. ald insist that Abbott's ares your getting the very more, Md. (pe) seed in male Avbote & In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. Blue Ribbon ( The Beer of Quality Danda Garter Purses | With Your Name or Initials Stamped in Heavy Gold Leaf This newest idea in women’s 50c wear is designed to provide a safe place for bills, jewelry articles t fen M Sent and other valu Postpaid without the loss by theft orthoughtlessness. ap leather in Has two poet pve-clasp, One pock= en used for powder chamois. LIVE-WIRE AGENTS WANTED | Danda Je Mfg. Co. HOTEL ALBERT 11TH STREET AND UNIVERSITY PLACE ‘One Block West of Broadway NEW YORK CITY Close to Wholesale and Retail Dry Goods Districts, Railroad and Steamship Lines MODERN ABSOLUTELY FIREPROOF 300 Rooms (200 with Bath) RATES $1.00 PER DAY UP Excellent Restaurant and Cafe Moderate Prices Send tor tree illustrated Guide and Map of New York City comicbooks.com