Judge — October 10, 1914 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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names!"’ Sylvia, strangely, had never been in the White Light region except on her way to the opera. “Vulgar? Is vulgarity confined to dancing these days?” “Excuse me—butdo you sometimes dance these dances?" “T haven't fully abandoned the habit.”’ “And where can I be taught?"’ Sylvia's friend told her where she could be taught. For Sylvia, in her new happiness, felt actually skittish and was determined to joyously sur- prise Percy. The ante-marital period was busy. Percy attended Sylvia as ardently as though she were a very girl. But she stole time to learn dances that thrilled her. Ah! And she would have Percy for a partner. She was to meet Percy at a more or less noted resort at a given hour on an evening for which she prepared with great care and some trepidation. Percy professed wonder at the engage- ment, but had learned of her lessons. Sylvia was so intent upon the event that she traversed all the traditions of her sex’s lack of punctuality by ar- riving half an hour ahead of the ap- pointed time. As she glanced through a doorway, she saw Percy dancing so intimately with a stunningly handsome young woman that it almost made her heart stand still. Their faces and, in fact, their whole A GENTLEMAN OF THE NEW SCHOOL HER DEBUT And the dear girl was so afraid it would be a failure! demeanor indicated that they were by no means casually acquainted participants in a mixed assembly. As they whirled past the door engrossed in each other, so near they almost touched her, Sylvia heard Percy say, ‘‘But you know why I'm to marry her. Money, my dear."’ Percy caught sight of the white coun- tenance of Sylvia as she turned away. During a varied experience with the sex he never before had known a woman to be ahead of time. Ina moment he was by her side. She had settled weakly upon a convenient divan, but there was no weakness in her face as she turned it away. Percy had negotiated many a diffi- cult deal during his career, but the prob- lem of his life now confronted him. Did Percy marry Sylvia? Seasonable Worry “Hello, Jones! Why so gloomy this morning?”” “Tam worried about the overhead charges. Just got my wife's hat bill.”” Different Madge—Hasn’t he ever asked fora kiss since the first one? Marjorie — Why, no, dear. takes them now. He just To Corydon: Delinquent OUR roses, Corydon, were more than sweet, And brought me hints of far-off Araby, Inducing dreams of some leaf-hid retreat, Where troubles could not come to worry me. The soft tea roses and the Jacqueminots, The stately Beauty, cold, but, oh, so fair!— Which one is loveliest in the garden close, I'd not say if I could, nor should | dare! And there were lilies, too, so purely white, No angel's snowy wings are white as they. They cheered my darkened room as with the light Of many suns on some celestial day; And with them violets so deeply blue, It seemed, indeed, as though a little part Of heav'n itself had come to me from you, To fill with bliss my void and aching heart. And then the last—oh, Corydon, I would That last were blotted out forevermore! For though ’tis life to mingle ill with good, A lover should not fail to pay his score. Six months have passed since those dear flowers came, And in my mail this morn—oh, think of i The florist’s bill arrived, and on the same: “This bill is long-past due, so please remit!"’ —John Kendrick Bangs. comicbooks.com