Judge — April 11, 1914 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Easter Obligations By TERRELL LOVE HOLLIDAY «AS DECIDED at our last meeting,’’ announced Mrs. Buncom-Squint, president of the Helpful Henriettas stead of the usual paper, we will discuss informally the question, ‘Are New Easter Duds a Christian Duty or a Sinful Van- ityr’ Who will maintain the latter view?” Deep, dense silence followed. “Evidently,’’ dryly commented Mrs, Tabasco, ‘‘we are all hoping that when the lilies bloom, they will have nothing on us. Which is it—prosperity or reck- less extravagance? “The spirit of the day,’’ declared Mrs, Waremtite, ‘‘is one of rejoicing’? —— “And how could any woman rejoice in old clothes?’’ snickered Mrs. Gigglever. “Or new ones that haven't been paid for?’? whispered Mrs. Tabasco to Mrs. Abie Lune. “The spirit of rejoicing,’’ continued Mrs. Waremtite, with a crushing glance at her frivolous interrupter, ‘‘should be typified by glad, new garments. Would a shiny old skirt reflect that spirit?” “The one you have on,”’ answered Mrs. Lune, sotto voce, ‘‘would reflect any- thing.” “T think,’’ affirmed Mrs. Kontrery, finding that all the others thought just the opposite, ‘‘that the Easter parade of fine feathers is heathenish.’’ “The idea!’’ ejaculated Mrs. Buncom- Squint. ‘‘It is one thing that distin- guishes us from the heathen. All Sun- days are alike to them.”” “We do not deck ourselves in dizzy raiment in order to show what is in our SAUCE MATRIMONIALE Mrs. Gayiy—Dick, dear, you must have your life insured. Mr. Gayly—Why, darling, are you going to do the cooking ? hearts,’’ rejoined Mrs. Kontrery, stimu- lated by the opposition. “Oh, of course!’ sweetly assented Mrs. Tabasco, ‘‘Sometimes it is merely a clever way of showing what is in our pocketbooks. ’” “Nobody can accuse me of showing what is in my pocketbook!’’ hotly re- torted Mrs. Kontrery. “Dear, no,"' soothingly interposed Mrs. Putter Footinit. ‘‘None of us has ever seen your pocketbook.” While Mrs. Kontrery glared and groped for a stinging rejoinder, the gavel fell. ‘‘Ladies,’’ admonished Mrs. Buncom- Squint, ‘‘we must avoid personalities.’ “Then we'll have to talk about the weather,’’ simpered Mrs. Gigglever. ERNEST Suances ALL THE NEWS IN PICTURES “Anything that will induce people to go to church is to be commended,” opined Mrs. Lune. ‘The Easter services draw the largest crowds of any held during the year."" “Excepting the pre-Christmas Sunday schools,’’ amended Miss Hazel Hungre- hart, who taught a primary class, “People derive no benefit from services attended through curiosity—just to see,’’ contended Mrs. Kontrery. ‘‘Men may go just to see,’’ interposed Mrs. Waremtite. ‘‘Women go to be seen. “Then, since the majority of us are agreed, I offer this resolution,’’ said Mrs, Abie Lune. ‘‘ ‘Resolved, That it is the duty of every woman who has the inter- ests of her church at heart to have new togs for Easter, and to be in her pew, ar- rayed in all her glory, promptly at the hour for services.’ ’” “I'll vote yes—with reservations,’’ thought Hazel Hungrehart. ‘‘If my hat and frock are as stunning as I think they are going to be, I’ll breeze in twenty minutes late, so everybody will get a good view.”” “‘No!’’ shouted Mrs. Kontrery, when the vote was taken. ‘‘And I'll not be bound’’—— “Never mind, dear,’’ cooed Mrs. Ta- basco, as the gavel sounded for adjourn- ment. ‘‘People will admire you all the more for wearing your old things—if you really can’t afford new ones.”" Eggs. Anthems, Styles. Turbans. Envy. Rain. comicbooks.com