Judge — May 2, 1914 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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

Yeast ‘“ fea Le grandpere de la famille. with him without seeming to do so. She fascinated him, I know!’" Eh bien! You see? She had art. lacked it. And then?’’ “I pouted and was almost rude; and when, after a dance, during which I was cold, he left me—sending me to my pen- sion in a cab—I was des- perately unhappy until something I discovered made me furious.’’ “Yes?” “I asked the cocher to wait a moment, stole back to the cabaret, and what do you suppose I saw?’ “It must have been a spectacle !"’ He was dancing the maxixe with the very woman he had made eyes at during dinner!"’ “Tiens! And still you love him?” “More madly than ever!"" “Such, ma chere amie, is our weakness; but years will give you philosophy. You asked if I have ever loved, and I answered. I am even to-day in love." Delila pointed at a pink billet-doux on her couch, with a sigh of happiness. “I have known him but a week. We are to dine to- night at some café near the Gymnase, where we shall see the play. You have much to learn, mi- You gnonne! That you may know how a man writes to one whom he adores, read this '’ And Delila handed Suzanne the billet-doux. “Grand Dieu!" cried Su- zanne. ‘‘Thisismy Alphonse!"” He Knew Them “Isn't it fine, Pete!’’ ex- claims the waiter's wife, when he tells her how he is prosper- ing on the tips from tango teaers. ‘‘It won't be long be- fore we have a fortune, and then I can wear fine clothes and go to the fine places and mix with all those swells.’’ “Not much you won't mix with ’em!"’ answers Pete grimly. ‘‘No wife o’ mine is goin’ to get in with that crowd,"’ Social Climbing Mrs. Gramercy I thought you loved your pet dog so much. Mrs. Park —So I do, dear; but my hus- band is doing so well in business that we can afford one with a better pedigree. La dame dans la loge—Quel borreur! The lady in the box—How shocking! Paris-sights. What's Sauce for the Goose? Reformer (to young girl stenographer) —Miss Prettyface,1 ahem I—feel that I must speak to you; that is—tell you that I do not think transparent yokes and elbow sleeves are suitable for office wear. Whatever gave you the notion of that gown, for instance? Miss Prettyface (blush- ing furiously) — Why — why—sir—lI've always noticed how fond you were of your daughter, Miss Clarice, so I copied one of her dresses, as I have to be around you so much, and I heard you tell her how charming that par- ticular frock was. Not Quite Her Meaning “Isn't that awful!’’ ex- claims the fair young thing, as we watch the couple doing the tango. “Indeed, yes!’" we re- ply. ‘It is certainly a cause for serious thought upon the future of our peo- ple when we see such an exhibition of suggestive- ness and abandoned’’—— “I didn’t mean that kind of awful,’’ she interrupts, with a pout. ‘Don’t you see how neither one of them gets that grapevine at all right?" comicbooks.com