Judge — January 16, 1915 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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THE ROAD ROCKY “But as to my activities, what I do one day is much like what I do another—except as to Sundays. Yesterday, for example, 1 rose early to attend the auction of the belongings of the Princess Zou-Zou. She was quite the model for dress and other things, you know. I just wanted to see what she had. Then I kept an engage- ment for luncheon and danced at the same place “How long?" “Why, until it was time to come home and dress for dinner, which I took out. And then I danced again until—until—they closed, you know. They closed quite early, because to-day is Sunday.’" “And if it had been Friday or Thursday, you might have danced longer?"* “T might, I'll confess “You must refrain from dancing for two or three days and get And here's a prescription that may help. It is noth- Good day As the physician retired the ‘phone bell rang. answered, ‘Who is thi Oh, Mr. Belford! Somebody may be listening! Well, then, Jack! Call you dear Jack? Why, Mr... . Jack! Afraid to propose last night? Why, Jack! Dear Jack, then! . .. Oh! Oh! Well, I'll give you an an- swer to-night, Jack! I've called you that once, haven't I?’ And she rang off, laughing happily. In a moment she stopped laughing and began to sing. Then she began to dress more sleep. seriou: Mrs. Nordlaw Call you Jack? hurriedly. A maid entered. ‘* Mrs. Rundell waiting, ma‘am. said you had called her “Bring her right in, Flora."’ And Mrs. Nord- law continued her song. “Why, dear!"" said Mrs. Rundell, a very pretty wom- an, entering. ‘*You said you were ill, and here you are as gay as agirl. You Wacal, Jess, I think it’s all right as fur a: aigrettes an’ some flowers CRITICISM TO MATRIMONY were even singing. And I met the doctor at the door going out as T came in!" “Yes, “And you look just as happy as you've looked for weeks dane- ing with Jack Belford.” “Yes. And what do you think of a widow—a widow, mind you—who mistook a plain case of love for some serious illness?” Egg View Notes Om GIMBER was in Pollywog again Wednesday, where he went to a one-night vaudeville play in the evening. He says they rushed things through, and that the curtain went up before the women in the show had time to get much of anything on. A stranger got off of the train here, the middle of the week, and tried hard to make a dicker with Ratio Roundtree and get him interested in selling incubators in this vicinity. Ratio suspected him and was very careful to eye him good, act slowly and know what he was saying. The man asked Ratio what he thought his running expenses would be, and Ratio said they'd be nothing, as he'd walked with a cane for over ten years. Having sent a poem off to some big New York magazine last week, Witt Larcom, in case it sells, is arranging to stand near the station several hours body can have a good look at him and get jealous if they want to. Corny Paine has owed Truman Bilge twenty-five cents for two months now. Saturday night, while both of them were in the grocery, Corny bought a high-priced cigar, which made him sick, but no sicker than it did Truman. Friday morning, after Chet Lumley, our drayman, got a bulky letter addressed to himself, he clumb onto his wagon and drove along the street, reading between the lines.—Lestie Van Every. sit goes. All I sez is, it wants a few t' give it some style."