Judge — June 6, 1914 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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NCES lome waited for words of love, it you loved Buddy Strong, the perfeet man," he said. He is not perfect, Theoeritus,"” re- pl “He has no mon nd sweetly «t Salome, with simple tenderness. And she laughed long a this witticism, The young man also chuckled happily at this slur on his rival. Then the young uple with the pleasant freedom of eu- senic people about the race. This brought to Theoeritus th fects. Without warning, he forced Sa- lome from his arms and drew apart from memory of his own de- her. “TL must not marry! [Pam not fit!" he muttered wildly. With loving, tender questions, Salome refused to be convine “My hair is falling out, Salome,’ he fe und the courage to confess, “Hair tonics, Theocritus, the girl suggested, ‘Build a laboratory and have chemists to make lotions for you, and your hair will grow luxuriantly. "Hap: piness shone on the young man’s features as she once more nest in his arms. Aycuin he thrust her from him, “+My ears!" he stammered frantically. “On “An operation with ether--and I shall hold your hand,"* Salome promised. Her lover's kiss was the full, rich, lingering uch of gratitude, But he started in is longer than the other! terror, My shoulde and Limust net marry Oh, timid, unresourceful The Sale sare not alike, S almost in despair. shoulder padde Le lips on his to still t Theoeritus could now . and he and have on sw his doubting. conscientiously bury his serup turned to her, 1, Salome, Will you marry sked her eagerly. “L will marry you at once,’’ Salome answered, without hesitatic In sudden joy her suitor kissed her again and again, and at the right moment of his ardor she questioned him, “Have you truly a million dollar: Theocritus?’’ In the flux of this first abandon to the passionate love he had so long suppressed, Theocritus Giddings be- van to babble about his fortune. “Salome,” he whispered, ‘1 have more than a million dollars, 1 have houses and lands and tenants and stocks and bonds and mortgages and oil wells and vrsuaded, me gold mines and steel factories, and all shall pour their tribute at ur feet!" Salome’s beautiful, blu turned rev- yntly toward him, “Oh, Theoeritus!"" she spoke in deliri- tasy, ‘**Theocritus, my pei Ouse fect mate !"" The Dancing Damozel HE Dancing Damozel went out To a dinner dance at even. For musele and endurance, she Would grace a college ‘leven. Her face was like the Graces Three, And her hair like the Sisters Seven. Her robe, a single breadth of silk, No trimming did adorn; But a flaring sash of Cubist type Was ve} tly worn. She had two rows of milk-white teeth, Like very young green corn. She danced the tango and maxixe; [ heard her ringing laugh, Pausing a moment now and then Some cooling drink to quaff. She hesitated, one-stepped, then Demanded half-and-half. “This is the dance for me!" she cried. Her step was much admired. She kept it up till I am sure She made her partners tired; And when the music stopped, why, then, More music she required. Unless the music played right on, She flew into a pet. Ah, well, they all behave like that ng set! at half-past four— | think she’s dancing yet! Curcdun Wells, Needed Inventions An electric collar button that will light up when it rolls out of its owner's hands onto the floor, A magnetized night latchkey that will find the keyhole and automatically adjust itself, A discriminating doorbell that will re- main dumb when pressed by bill collect- ors, book agents or plain bores, An automobile engine that will auto- matically stop and refu to cross a rail- road track until a train has passed by, even if it has to wait all day. A cocktail or highball that will swal- low its own stinger and become non-intox- icating when it comes in contact with the lining of the mouth. An ornamental, jeweled mouthpiece for sweetening vaudeville voices that have curdled and gone sour. = —Harrey Peake. comicbooks.com