Judge — January 30, 1915 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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‘T ‘he popular super- stition that a for- eign label makes an article any better is being ruthlessly bom- barded « during this war. Every day somebody who finds it impossible to get his pet European label is learning to his utmost surprise that American made means better made as well as less expensive. Cook’s Imperial Extra Dry Cham- pagne since 1859 has been teaching that lesson of American wine—the lesson is being triply impressed today. Sold everywhere— Served everywhere American Wine Co, Sr. Lous, U, S. A. By Great Pictures Taken by Storm An Enveloping Mov: By James Montgomery Steady Work By Enoch Bolles To Be Continued By E. A. Furman $1.00 s, among the most popular of recent ein full color—9 x 12—double mounted on All four Judge covers a heavy white mat—11 x 14—ready for framir will be sent on receipt of $1.00, Address Leslie-Judge Co., 225 Fifth Avenue, New York From a Sinner’s Diary KNOW a woman who asks if it will be any out of your way to let her ride four miles southwest when you have an appointment te miles northeast. Every time pa hears a thrashing machine whistle, he runs out ang gets the direction and sets the clock by it. Last night I took care of a sick woman. _I rested well, late dinner with my pessimist yesterday. The hen turkey hag been in and eaten her cabbage, so she was mad at me. She said I wa a bigger coward than she supposed I was to want another horse becauy mine had run away, and if I'd been minding my business he ‘wouldn't have run. What was I lopping around on the pump for, anyway? Typ little boys were there who'd been to a sugar bush the day before and hung around and hung around, but the man didn’t offer them any Sugar, “If I'd been you, I'd ‘a’ turned out a lot of his sap, to pay,"* my pes. mist said, ‘*We did," one answered. ‘Well, if you boys want me to go with you at twelve o'clock to-night down to his bush and sugar of, we'll go." They thought they wouldn't do that. Why does the fattest woman in the crowd ride the tailless mule on the merry-go-round? Did you ever play for a dance in a house where you sat in the door. way so you could divide your yaw! equally between the dancers in two rooms? And then after ‘‘ promenade awa: everybody in one room clambered over you getting into the other? And the ones in the other held them back as much as they could climbing over you to get into the one? And there you are, caught in the eddy; worse than working at the end of the straw carrier. The folks have gone to a neighbor's to eat sugar to-night. Ma was so sick I had to get supper, but she revived in time to go there. | They invited us all, but I can’t sit around four hours and listen to blab that doesn’t interest me for a tablespoonful of sugar when I'm sweet enough already—so I've been told. Grandma sent Myron down through the drifts and blizzard to-day with a pair of cast-iron mittens for Georgie, made out of a coat tail, lined with a felt shoe, with red wrists sewed on, so if he lost them they could be seen. Myron suid she was for sewing a string onto them be | sides, to wind around his neck a couple of times, then run the other arm through. He opposed the measure, but he guessed it would have carried if he'd waited till she found a string. —Lynette Freemire, Egg View Notes | MBROSE CROSSLOTS say: Git all of yer information firs. handed, exceptin’ what kind of a feller a man is, Some honey- moons end after the first quarter, financially speakin’. Truman Bilge’s left ear has played out, and he’s planning oa believing only half that he hears for some time to come. Doc Wade having cut his prices on medical attention "way down for the winter, Ratio Roundtree figures that getting his feet wet once in a while won't worry him very much. While out on a secondhand motor bicycle Tuesday morning, Ote Gimber collided with a buggy containing Nell Bushnell, who straight of sued him for very heavy damages. te isn’t bothered about it at all, because he’s been waiting for a long time to have a large amount of money mentioned, in some way or other, in connection with his name. Witt Larcom got into serious trouble Friday afternoon, when the contents of an old muzzle-loading shotgun he was carrying crashed | through the window of Morg Quidd’s blacksmith shop and made a hore tromp around on Morg’s feet. Witt didn’t help matters any by telling that he'd fired at a rabbit a few minutes before and forgot that the gut didn’t go off at that time. Sherm Spoor's hat blowed off Tuesday morning, scaring Ote Gim ber’s horse into running half way down the Lumley hill. Bill Waite, our grocer, who held a closing-out sacrifice molasses sale yesterday, still has some on his hands this morning. —Leslie Van Every. Filling the Bill Tourist (in village notion store)—Whaddya got in the shape of a” tomobile tires? | Saleslady—Funeral wreaths, life preservers, invalid cushions and } doughnuts, eoaqonganrent PD Y lee oO Sa a preg